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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 14:00:28 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*waits in the dim space of the attics* And they follow the bait to the spiderweb...
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 14:05:00 GMT -5
*Francis stepped into the Attic*
Now where did she go?
"Hello, Solange....everything alright.. you seemed rather....well spooked"?
*A sudden draft made Francis shudder*
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 14:15:03 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*She heightened the pitch of her voice to match her sister's breathier tones.* "I don't know...I guess I was...ashamed," *she stuttered girlishly.* "Ashamed of what the others might think of me, if they'd known what I was going to ask you..." *Des closed her eyes and placed a delicate hand on her face, miming shame but really to hide the smirk she could not wholly suppress.*
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 14:17:44 GMT -5
*Francis turned around to face what he thought was Solange, brushing some hair form his face he looked at her curiously*
"And what is it that you wanted to ask"?
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 14:21:16 GMT -5
Desdemona:
"You will think me entirely wicked. You said I was like an angel...I would be destroying that trust...that belief...if I said anything so wicked or unladylike as..." *She bit her lip and looked at him with watery eyes, summoning the tears as easily as whistling for a dog.* "Do you ever draw...nudes?" *Then she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.*
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 14:30:41 GMT -5
((*dies laughing* this is gonna be SO good))
*Francis raised an eyebrow and stared at Solange who is actually Desdemona*
"If you would really want to, but why might I ask".
Not that I mind seeing you naked.....not at all. It's just, she is acting strange
*Francis stepped closer to her and touched her arm softly*
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 14:36:14 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*She caught her breath between sobs.* "It's only that I watched Titanic one too many times I've never...I mean...I feel trapped by being the tidy little nobody all my life. While I was singing about my reflection and all, I realized who I am inside wants to be free. I turned to find a way to liberation, and saw you! It must have been a sign! And what better way to liberate oneself as a woman than make oneself available for gratuitous sexist ogling and one's natural form into art?" *She looked up at Francis with tears pearling down her face.* "Was that wicked of me?"
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 14:46:22 GMT -5
*Francis softly touched her face, drying her tears*
"No it wasn't wicked of you, everybody's seen that scene to many times, it's a classic but are you sure?"
*Francis softly whispered and looked into her eyes*
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 14:51:13 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*She did not speak. Mostly for fear of bursting out laughing. Des merely stepped away from Francis in order to reach for the buttons on her blouse. To save the trouble of going through those pesky layers of undies, corsets and petticoats, let's just say the whole shebang came off over her head like a jumper. Des feigned modesty as she summoned some maidenly blushes and goosebumps from the cool air of the attic.* "Where should I stand or sit or...lie?" *she asked softly.*
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 15:15:04 GMT -5
*Surprised at her behavior and stunned by her flawless body Francis could do nothing but stare for a moment. He then came back to his senses and looked around the room*
"There's a couch over there, you could lay in it if you want".
*Francis gestured to the couch and got himself a chair to sit on. Opening his sketch book, Francis knew this was gonna be one nice 'portrait'*
Very nice indeed
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 15:21:15 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*She sat on the couch and reclined langourously, her soft blonde hair spilling over the cushions and her shoulders. She silently called up a magickal glamour to give an unearthly glow to her skin and hair, to exude an aura of uber-perfection.* "Is this alright?" *she said, still in the frightened young woman voice.*
((She's like an alien Sue. Veela meets Sue meets demonic intentions.))
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Post by Francis on Jun 21, 2006 15:25:38 GMT -5
*Francis swallowed a block that was forming in his throat. The beauty lying before him did not leave him unstirred.*
"Yes quit alright".
Come one man, control yourself, you don't want to be kicked out of this joint for sleeping with one of the chorus girls. Think man think!
*Francis was fighting a fight in his head while drawing the naked Solange who is actually Desdemona*
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Post by gaia on Jun 21, 2006 15:43:17 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*Des withdrew into her mind, focusing her powers, letting her energy pool. Distance was no great barrier now, and she merely had to reach out with her mind to forge a connection with her sister.* -Hello, dearest. -W-what are you doi--what do you want? I left you alone so you could be all that you wanted without me getting in the way...I didin't want to... -Don't lie to me, Sol. You were always bad at it. You know why I've come. And your abandoning me was no favour. It was and always will be the betrayal you knew it was. The betrayal of everything we are. -Don't you dare! You were the betrayer. And there is no "we." "We" are nothing. -True. Apart we are nothing. But together we can be great. I will teach you everything I've learned... -I'll never join you! I want nothing to do with you or what you know! -Not even if it concerns you, dear? -How...what? -I merely mean that you may be doing things that you yourself are entirely unaware of. -What do you mean? -Where are you--where do you think you are right now? -I'm no fool, Des. I'll not tell you anything. -My dear, I already know your exact location. Don't insult me by witholding information I already know. What I meant was, where do you *think* you are right now? -I...I'm... -Remember those picture-moments when we were little? When we could show each other what we saw? Immerse each other in our own fantasy playworld? Where everything was so real you could taste, smell ((smeel?)) and touch everything you saw and heard? -No! -Of course you remember. Now look at where you are...now see yourself for what you truly are! *Des forced herself further into Solange's mind and let her see as she did--her own naked body stretched upon the chaise, with Francis blurred and out of focus at the foot of it, moving indistinctly.* -See, sister? Someday you'll awaken to some man rutting over you and not know how it happened. You're just a whore like that. Like our mother. Like our weak mother who let herself be controlled. -I don't believe you! It's a trick! It's...! -The pain doesn't lie... Solange: *Solange felt a sudden pain tear through her vitals and seem to form a stinging rod of fire spearing through her torso. She fell to her knees, seeing spots and retching dryly from the pain. As she recovered some of her senses, the pain now a burning throbbing within her, she screamed aloud.* Desdemona: Damn it! *Des withdrew her mind a moment too late from her sister's, forgetting that they were deeply connected at that moment and her sister's powers that could rival her own, if used. When the gate was open, it worked both ways. Desdemona had lingered, enjoying watching her twin's body being racked with the phantom pain she had sent upon it. Desdemona returned to her own body only to realize that there was a scream of horror fading from her lips, an echo of her sister's. Her skin was flushed and tingling, and her eyes snapped open, and she quickly looked at Francis, shielding her burning rage and hatred for her sister behind the glamour magicks once more.*
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Dominic
- Ingenious Pilot -
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Post by Dominic on Jun 21, 2006 15:45:55 GMT -5
((Good grief, the Gaia Twins are out of their minds.))
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Post by Arielle on Jun 21, 2006 15:48:29 GMT -5
((Can Arielle come bursting in, or would you rather she didn't?))
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