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Post by Anastasia on Apr 15, 2012 22:17:22 GMT -5
It was a hotel that she wasn't familiar, and not one that was anywhere near the one where the mess with Sid had taken place. The constant shifting about from one place to another was slowly eating into her funds, however, and she was starting to worry about how the two of them was going to hash it.
She helped Christian the entire way over, taking it easy thanks to his injuries. She still worried, and was paranoid about Sid the entire time they made their way here.
"Well...here we are. Maybe we can finally get some peace and quiet."
Pleeeease?
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Post by Christian on May 2, 2012 13:10:15 GMT -5
"Huh. It's a nice place, this," Christian observed, swiveling his head from one side to another to get a decent view of the hotel. He winced at the searing pain in one of his legs. Damn that Sid. "Are you quite sure we can afford this?"
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Post by Anastasia on May 2, 2012 21:55:52 GMT -5
She ducked her head so he wouldn't see the blush on her cheeks.
"Well, we can, for now." She said quietly.
"Though I don't know what we'll do a month from now."
She'd never worked a day in her life. But it looked like she'd have to if they were to have shelter and food.
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Post by Christian on May 9, 2012 22:46:11 GMT -5
He cupped her chin in his hand and gently lifted her head so he could look her in the eyes.
"You mustn't worry yourself about that. Leave it to me. I can find work. Do some odd jobs around the place. I just...don't want you to worry."
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Post by Anastasia on May 10, 2012 1:18:26 GMT -5
She leaned in to hug him, being ever mindful of his injuries.
"I will, too. I was once told I have a good singing voice, maybe I can do something with that...or join the ballet."
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Post by Christian on May 15, 2012 16:16:51 GMT -5
"Boasting, are we?" he teased, pulling her in closer and grazing her neck with his lips. "As for the ballet...well, I happen to have personal experience proving that you are quite flexible."
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Post by Anastasia on May 15, 2012 19:47:03 GMT -5
She laughed as she kissed his nose.
"Well, then! Ballet it is!"
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Post by Christian on May 17, 2012 16:55:19 GMT -5
"And you have to promise to reserve me a proper seat in the theatre for when you perform! Swear on it!" he chuckled. "Maybe I could get a position as a writer somewhere."
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Post by Anastasia on May 18, 2012 12:45:01 GMT -5
"Oh, yes. Back home I used to hear about performers getting good tickets for their loved ones.
I bet you could--Paris seems happy to have writers."
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Post by Christian on May 18, 2012 19:11:50 GMT -5
"I should hope so! And with any luck, that horrid man will remain well away from us," he stated, as a hard look came into his eyes.
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Post by Christian on May 18, 2012 20:02:07 GMT -5
((So, Sid and his crime lord employer are both in position whenever you want them!))
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Post by Anastasia on May 20, 2012 13:23:58 GMT -5
((Oooo, I see! Def send him out whenever--get the drama started. ;D ))
Thinking of Sid was...complicated. He caused a bevy of contradicting emotions in her, and she didn't like that.
"He should stay gone, if he has any sense."
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Post by Christian on May 21, 2012 16:15:06 GMT -5
((Gotcha!))
"See, that's where our problem lies. He has no sense, and if he did, he wouldn't know what to do with it," Christian bitterly stated. "For all we know, he'd come bursting in through that door in all his maniacal glory--"
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Post by Sid on May 21, 2012 16:18:23 GMT -5
The door accordingly slammed off its hinges onto the floor, collapsing in a heap of dust and wood fragments. Once the haze had settled down, a figure on the threshold gathered itself and got to its feet.
"Hey, kids. Did you miss me?"
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Post by Anastasia on May 22, 2012 11:28:51 GMT -5
Anastasia gaped at him for a few seconds before collecting herself enough to respond.
"Good god, you don't have any sense!"
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