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Post by Rose on Jul 10, 2006 4:44:24 GMT -5
Marianne sank down onto her bed in a rustle of skirts, pulling her golden mask from her face and letting it fall to the floor.
It was all a waste....
She had saved her money so she could purchase the beautiful gold ballgown, spent hours taming her wild hair into an elegant coif, spent even longer being both excited and nervous about the ball. And now, it had come to nothing. She had not danced with Raoul - she had not danced with anybody. She didn't think anyone even noticed her presence.
She couldn't believe it about Raoul's previous affair with Anneke. He swore to give her up, and said he had changed his ways. Marianne couldn't help but believe the honest fervor in his words. But the thought of them together tore at her heart, and she couldn't push the memories away. And now she was hearing more rumors about Raoul and yet another woman...
A tear tracked down her cheek, paving the way for more as she silently began to cry.
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Post by Raoul on Jul 10, 2006 4:54:22 GMT -5
*Raoul staggered along the corridor his hand covering a wound from which blood was slowly seeping. The men had come out of nowhere. Knowing who he was they had taken all his money and expensive things, but then all he rememered was the flash of a knife and agony. Not being able to walk anymore he collapsed in front of a 'random' door.* Marianne...
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Post by Rose on Jul 10, 2006 4:57:53 GMT -5
Marianne jumped up at the thump on the door. "Hello?" she called, quickly rubbing away her tears. She moved towards the door, wondering why the person simply didn't come in.
She opened the door, and stared as Raoul slumped into the doorway. "Raoul?" She blinked at him in surprise for a moment, then let out a gasp as she saw the crimson stain on his white shirt. "Raoul!"
She fell to her knees in a billow of skirts and put her hands tentatively on his shoulder. "Oh, Raoul, what happened?"
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Post by Raoul on Jul 10, 2006 4:59:32 GMT -5
*Raoul groaned in pain.* Some men- had a knife.* he bent over again in pain.* I will go-
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Post by Rose on Jul 10, 2006 5:05:05 GMT -5
"No, you're hurt, you'll just make it worse. Here..." Marianne pushed some of her things off her bed to make room. "If I help you, can you get up here?"
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Post by Raoul on Jul 10, 2006 5:18:54 GMT -5
Y-yes I t-think so. *Raoul allowed himself to be helped up onto the bed.* Do you have an clean water and cloth?- I don't think the wound is deep- I've had worse.
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Post by Rose on Jul 10, 2006 5:22:27 GMT -5
Marianne went to the washstand in the corner and dipped a cloth into the basin of cool water. She returned to the bed, sitting down on the edge and beginning to unbutton Raoul's shirt. She sucked in a breath at the sight of the bloodied wound, but she pressed the cloth to it, water droplets trickling over Raoul's chest.
"What on earth happened, Raoul? Were you... in a fight?"
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Post by Raoul on Jul 10, 2006 5:45:30 GMT -5
*Raoul hissed as the water hit his skin.* No some men from a gang I think decided to rob me and leave me for dead.I was looking for you.
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Post by Rose on Jul 13, 2006 4:23:25 GMT -5
Marianne kept her eyes down as she cleaned the wound. "Oh, were you?" She tried to keep her voice carefully neutral, but there was a slight tremor in her words.
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Post by Raoul on Jul 20, 2006 7:41:23 GMT -5
Y-yes. *Raoul face grew steadily paler.* I don't think I'm going to make it...
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Post by Rose on Jul 21, 2006 8:57:28 GMT -5
"Don't be silly, its just a flesh wound!" Marianne reached for Raoul's hand, momentarily forgetting about her inner turmoil. "Raoul, don't worry, the wound is slowly stopping to bleed. You'll be alright."
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Post by Raoul on Jul 21, 2006 9:09:52 GMT -5
*Raoul gripped her hand tightly as the pain wracked his body again..* What is the point of living anymore? I do not see it...
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Post by Rose on Jul 21, 2006 12:37:03 GMT -5
"What are you talking about, Raoul? You are the patron of a wonderful Opera House, you're a prosperous young man with your whole life ahead of you. And though you may not realize, you have my love and..." she trailed off, pressing her lips together tightly. Raoul was in pain - he didn't want to hear about her petty heartache.
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Post by Charley C on Jul 21, 2006 16:35:22 GMT -5
*Raoul looked at her seriously.* You mean that?, then I will attempt to recover..
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Post by Raoul on Jul 21, 2006 16:37:06 GMT -5
*Raoul looked at her seriously.* You mean that?, then I will attempt to recover..
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