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Post by László on Oct 1, 2011 19:22:57 GMT -5
He leaned against the door of his room, listening. He didn't what would happen next, but if something went wrong, he wanted to know in case John needed help.
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 3, 2011 15:30:15 GMT -5
"Mr. Beauchamp, it's been... years, what brings you to my doorstep?" He replied as calmly as possible.
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Oct 3, 2011 15:31:14 GMT -5
He smiled "Oh I simply wanted to come by and see you old boy, I'd heard you'd done... well for yourself."
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 18, 2011 18:40:15 GMT -5
"I have, although I doubt that's the reason for your visit."
The man hadn't aged in 20 years, his complexion was that of a 30 year old, with eyes as dark as the devil himself, although John remembered him having light hazel eyes when he'd first met him.
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Post by László on Oct 18, 2011 23:10:54 GMT -5
He wondered just how they knew each other, though it was easy to guess, but he'd rather hear it from John himself--later, of course. There was no way that he was going to put in an appearance now, with the man standing right out there.
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Oct 20, 2011 3:15:14 GMT -5
If it was possible, Alain's smile seemed to widen.
"Mmm."
It indeed had been years since he'd seen John Bristow, years since that tingling feeling in the back of his skull, when he shook his hand, a sensation that felt almost as if someone had ripped his thoughts right out of his head. He'd surmised that John most likely had read his thoughts, although it wasn't something he exactly believed in, only because when he let go of his hand, he'd looked more than surprised, he looked... frightened.
The look on his face today, seemed to emit that same response, even if he was trying his best to hide it. Alain knew fear, he could smell it.
"I don't know why you would think differently John."
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Post by John Bristow on Oct 26, 2011 23:13:24 GMT -5
"I have my reasons" he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
"What do you want?"
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Post by László on Oct 26, 2011 23:25:24 GMT -5
Go away go away go away...
The litany ran around and around in his head, as though it would work like a chant or charm and ward Alain away. Not going to happen, but it was nice to hope for.
My life was going so well...
He'd known it wouldn't last. It was the way things were for him.
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Nov 8, 2011 18:10:33 GMT -5
Alain sighed, defeated he turned his head "I want to see the boy, he sprinted away before we could finish our conversation."
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 8, 2011 18:11:59 GMT -5
"He's not a boy Monsieur Beauchamp, and I don't believe he wishes to speak to you, so if you'd be so kind to lea-"
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Nov 8, 2011 18:13:07 GMT -5
Alain waved his hand dissmissively "I simply can not, will not, until I speak to Laszlo."
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Post by László on Nov 8, 2011 19:42:39 GMT -5
Wait forever then, ass. I ain't comin' out there.
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 9, 2011 1:21:58 GMT -5
John's lips disappeared in to a thin line and pressed himself fully in to the doorway "Laszlo refuses to speak with you, and I must accommodate the wishes of my guests."
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Post by Alain Beauchamp on Nov 9, 2011 1:22:28 GMT -5
"You mean lovers-"
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 9, 2011 1:25:28 GMT -5
John was quickly loosing his patience, the man had only been there a minute or so, and all ready John was ready to do something drastic to make him leave.
"Whatever the situation, he is still a guest and I have a right to keep you from entering my property" he felt his glove slip to the floor behind him "now please leave, or I may have to contact the authorities."
Or pull your mind in to a puzzle.
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