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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:52:31 GMT -5
((Wa wa wa Waaaangst. Seriously, we should plot.))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:55:18 GMT -5
((Totally. Like, Becca's going to be all floppy and taciturn for a while. He'll need someone to talk to who just happens to be mobile.))
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 14, 2008 12:46:22 GMT -5
((Oooo...sounds good. I was going to give Sorelli difficulties in her marriage, too))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 14, 2008 19:37:05 GMT -5
((He should...beat her.Then she could come crying to the Estate.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 14, 2008 19:43:24 GMT -5
((For a second I thought you meant Lippe would beat Becca and was like "...and then after she's finished killing him, we'll have to resurrect him repeatedly so her mother, brothers, father, and Erik can have a go."))
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Post by Philippe on Mar 14, 2008 19:47:48 GMT -5
((Dude I want to scar him emotionally not physically. You can still be hot with a damaged soul.))
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 15, 2008 19:07:25 GMT -5
**NEW DAY, MOAR WANGST**
*Sorelli had just finished up with rehearsals, and was looking forward to taking a bath and putting on fresh clothes when she found, to her surprise, that she had a guest in her room--her husband. She closed the door, staring at him with no small amount of surprise.*
"Lawrence? Darling, what--"
*The she saw it. A letter, in his hand.
DeRouge's letter.
She paled at the sight, the look on his face and his stance finally registering. He was angry. No, not just angry--livid. His entire body was tensed, his face a thundercloud. She'd never seen him like this before, not ever.*
"L-Lawrence, I..."
*Without warning, he dropped the letter and grabbed her by the wrist, throwing her off her feet as he dragged her across the room. Sorelli screamed, and tried to pull herself out of his grip, but it was crushing*
"You LIED TO ME." He hissed. "YOU LIED!"
*She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears*
"No! I didn't! I was--"
*The slap he dealt to the side of her face caused her to bite down and make her lip bleed. She cried out again, once more trying to pull away.*
"Lawrence, no! STOP IT!"
"YOU LYING LITTLE THEATER WHORE! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED WHEN THEY TOLD ME TO LEAVE YOU!"
"I HAD NO CHOICE! I HAD NONE!"
*Another, slap, and then, worse. Followed by sobbing and screams...*
**ABUSIVE FADE TO BLACK**
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Post by Philippe on Mar 15, 2008 19:13:43 GMT -5
((*Claps*))
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 15, 2008 19:16:00 GMT -5
((*pops popcorn*))
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Post by Sorelli on Mar 15, 2008 19:40:02 GMT -5
*An indeterminate amount of time later, long after Lawrence had left, Sorelli came to. She was lying on the floor of her dressing room, her clothes and hair in disarray...and every inch of her seemed to be radiating pain. Slowly, she pushed herself to a sitting position, tears running down her bruised face with the effort. She was fairly certain that her bruises had bruises, the way it felt. She tried to call out for help, but found that she couldn't get more than a tiny whisper out--she'd screamed herself hoarse earlier. Shaking from a host of feelings, none of them good, she started dragging herself to the door. Perversely, her mind focused on the fact that her legs weren't as bad off as the rest of her. She could still dance... But the hell did that matter now? Her life was still ruined. Not only was her marriage over, but any chance she had at the opera and her new life. Nobody would want her now, once it all came out. And--* "Oh, god." *Philippe. Rebecca. Jude. She had to stop Lawrence. Somehow, some way. Just because her happiness was gone didn't mean the De Chagnys had to lose theirs, as well. More determined, she dragged herself to the door and managed to get it open... *
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Post by Philippe on Mar 15, 2008 19:52:10 GMT -5
((Ready at the Estate when you are.))
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Post by Sorelli on Sept 3, 2008 12:22:22 GMT -5
**MUCH MUCH LATER** *Humming, Sorelli went about dusting the room and putting to rights what had been left a mess last she'd been here. It brought back some unpleasant memories, but she was determined to wipe away any trace of that and start anew. She would start over, return to her roots. She would be La Sorelli again. *
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Post by Sorelli on Jan 19, 2009 19:46:02 GMT -5
**GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH LATER** The door closed hollowly behind her as she shuffled across the dusty floor and flopped down onto the sheetless mattress. After being brought back to France by Raoul and bidding farewell to her rescuer (a grateful farewell, of course) she'd made her way back to her apartments at the penthouse. When she arrived, it was to discover that due to her long absence, her apartments had been emptied out and given to someone else. Jude, her son, the only family left had been handed off to a foster family that lived elsewhere in France. All of her few belongings were gone, it seemed, and in a daze she'd wandered Paris for several hours until her feet brought jer along a well-known route--to the opera house. Near-mechanically, she'd traced the steps to her old dressing rooms. Of course they were emptied--she'd been gone for so long without word, it was a wonder that no one had thought her dead. But now, she truly had nothing. Not moving from her spot on the musty mattress, she fell into a tear-filled sleep .
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Post by Sorelli on Feb 4, 2009 12:54:19 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Sorelli opened the door, feeling a bit embarrassed as bringing Richard here meant that someone other than her was seeing the sorry state of her rooms. They were still rather dusty, with no decoration.
"I'll, er, go get it now." She scurried over to the warddrobe, pulling it out.
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Post by Richard Chainy on Feb 4, 2009 13:01:35 GMT -5
*Richard waited patiently by the doorway, not wishing to intrude on her personal space.*
"There's no rush. Please, take your time."
*He hardly had another appointment today.*
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