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Post by Belladonna on Nov 24, 2006 1:22:44 GMT -5
*Pain flashed through Belladonna's huge blue eyes for a second, then they were icy and hard once more* I'm sure you don't want to keep the miraculous little whore waiting.
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:24:19 GMT -5
Christian looked deeply into her eyes. "It's not like that. Here, I'll prove it."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 24, 2006 1:26:17 GMT -5
*Belladonna stood there with her arms crossed, so she looked angry but was protecting her wrist at the same time. Her face was impassive and her eyes icy- in fact, the only things that didn't look as though carved from a block of ice were her black eye, the bruises and cuts on her arms, and her dress*
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:31:07 GMT -5
((Ahh, she's back on. ;D))
Christian walked to where Bella was standing. He took hold of her shoulders. "I care deeply for you, Bella. I'm willing to do whatever makes you happy, and if that's leaving, fine by me."
He walked over to the door and unlocked it.
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Post by vox on Nov 24, 2006 1:31:48 GMT -5
((...I'm here.))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 24, 2006 1:33:23 GMT -5
*stands there*
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Post by vox on Nov 24, 2006 1:34:57 GMT -5
*Tristessa burst into the room, hair and eyes wild as she flailed about, trembling in her light shawl and thin nightgown.* "My voice! Christian! It's back! I have my voice back!" *Joy lighted her eyes and she very nearly shouted the words in clear, ringing tones.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:36:24 GMT -5
"You're free to go. I just want to see you happy. Even if breaks my heart to do so." Christian couldn't meet Bella's eyes.
Christian was nearly frightened out of his senses when Tristessa burst into the room. "Your voice... it's back!"
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Post by vox on Nov 24, 2006 1:37:37 GMT -5
*Tristessa saw Bella and paled.* "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought--I mean...I should go..."
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:39:28 GMT -5
"No, it's okay. She doesn't want to talk to me, so..." Christian sighed.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 24, 2006 1:40:51 GMT -5
*Belladonna looked from Christian to Tristessa silently for a moment. Then, unable to help herself, she stepped forward and slapped the girl. As Tristessa began to fall, she saw the shocked looks on both her and Christian's faces, bit her lip, and ran out of the room, a strangled sob wrenching its way out of her throat as she ran*
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:41:41 GMT -5
"Bella!" Christian called. Then he saw Tristessa on the ground. "Mademoiselle! Are you all right?" He rushed to her aid.
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Post by vox on Nov 24, 2006 1:46:02 GMT -5
*Tristessa lies very, very still, having lost her balance so unexpectedly and hitting her head on a wooden crate as she fell. Crimson blood trickled from a gash on her temple, in stark contrast to her pale skin, now whiter than death in her unconscious state.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 24, 2006 1:48:41 GMT -5
((I have to go. See ya! ;D))
"Tristessa! Tristessa!" Christian shook her. He took her wrist and felt for a pulse. There it came, slow but steady. "Wake up, please..."
It was then Christian noticed something... different about Tristessa. Yes, now that he thought about it, Tristessa was quite different from Satine. Her personality was shy and soft-spoken whereas Satine was bold and very open. Tris's skin was of a lighter shade than Satine's. And Satine's lips were a darker red than Tristessa's. Christian finally put two and two together. "She's not Satine."
Christian took Tristessa in his arms and hurried her to the infirmary.
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Post by Sydney on Nov 24, 2006 12:27:54 GMT -5
((Woah...Should Syd go after Bella?))
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