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Post by Administrator on Mar 7, 2007 12:28:15 GMT -5
A gorgeous home with a small wrought iron gate at the sidewalk. The inside is grand but stiff, and feels a bit more like a museum than a home. Marie lives here with her mother and father.
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Post by Marie Adams on Jul 17, 2008 22:03:06 GMT -5
Marie continued to follow the mysterious man through the streets of the city, the slight drizzle having completely ceased. As they entered her neighborhood she couldn't help but glance around at various windows, hoping no one would see her walking home with a street person.
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Post by corsair on Jul 18, 2008 14:30:28 GMT -5
Corsair was oblivious to the way Marie seemed to be wishing she was not with him. He was observing the houses in this neighborhood. It was awfully fancy and well taken care of. He was curious and due to his nature, couldn't help but analyze every door and window, everything that would be of use to him if he had wanted to go to work here. Not that he was planning on it at this moment, but he still had the habit of thinking about it in a place like this.
Taking his mind of his 'talent' he turned his attention to Marie. "So, which house is yours?" He asked politely. He supposed he didn't really have to walk her all the way home, but he since she already had such a troubling evening, he would feel bad if something else happened after he left, not to mention she still had his jacket.
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Post by Marie Adams on Jul 21, 2008 12:31:48 GMT -5
She glanced to the right, pointing to the biggest, most extravagant house on the entire block. Seeing no lit rooms through the windows she sighed weakly. Her parents had been planning to leave for London that evening, but she had hopped that perhaps they would have tried to find her first, she had hoped that they would have noticed her absence.
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Post by corsair on Jul 21, 2008 13:08:36 GMT -5
Corsair followed her gaze and looked at the large house she was pointing to. It was surprisingly large compared to the other house, who in turn were also quite big. It also seemed to be quite a bit nicer which was also a surprise to Corsair since the other houses were extremely well off as well. He also noticed that the lights were out. It was getting pretty dark now, but still early enough for the inhabitants to be awake.
"Is there anyone home?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Marie Adams on Jul 22, 2008 18:31:33 GMT -5
She nodded. "We have many servants.." Of course, all of their quarters were located in the back corner of the house, out of everyone's way. Stopping at the wrought iron gate in front of her home she turned to face him, giving a slight curtsy. "Well, goodbye."
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Post by corsair on Jul 23, 2008 13:27:16 GMT -5
Corsair smiled as she said goodbye. He lowered his head in a sort of respectful bow. "Goodbye. I was glad to have met you." He smirked in a sort of alluring way, though not in anyway rude, disrespectful, or to cause worry. "Have a good evening." He then turned and left her be, knowing that she might not like the idea of watching her enter the house.
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Post by Marie Adams on Jul 23, 2008 21:18:53 GMT -5
Goodbye. I was glad to have met you.
She nodded, of course he was. As he smirked she paused before turning to leave, a small, unknown part of her fascinated and held captive by his gaze.
Have a good evening.
Snapped from her revere she hurriedly gave a curt nod before turning and stepping through the gate. Turning and pulling it closed she caught site of his retreating figure disappearing into the quickly approaching night and without regard for the what the neighbor's might say she remained against the cold iron bars and watched him until he was gone. It wasn't until she entered the house she realized she still had his coat.
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Post by corsair on Aug 14, 2008 19:35:36 GMT -5
>>New Day<<
Corsair, more then a week later, decided that it would be best if he had his jacket back. He supposed he could just go steal another one, but he was quite fond of his own and the weather was starting to get chilly again. Not to mention, he wouldn't complain about seeing Marie again, even if he did scare the crap out of her.
So, he made sure he was looking nice, something he generally did anyway, and walked down the familiar street, doing his best to keep his mind off of the nice houses and the valuable things inside of them. He almost forgot which one was Marie's and thought he might have passed it, but just then he saw it and remembered how had decided against walking her all the way to the door.
He smiled coyly and strode up to the door. Knocking three times, then stepping back politely, his arms hung in front of him, holding his wrists together.
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