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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 17:32:50 GMT -5
Ariannette broke the kiss softly, breathing a bit heavier than she was before. "woah.." She smiled and ran a hand over his face. "You are everything you seem and more, Clarence. I think this the beginning of something..."
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 17:36:09 GMT -5
"It might be..." he kissed her again, never wanting to stop. He could lose himself in her, she was perfect, she was the answer to all his problems.
"Well we might want to take this inside, a stage hand might just walk by."
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 17:39:06 GMT -5
Ariannette nodded as she kissed him back. "Yes...lets." She smiled. He meant what he said..he didnt seem like the type that would suddenly disappear on her. She slipped into her apartment, turning on the apartment. It was small, but lush and comfortable, very much like a french boudoir. "Here's my home.."
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 17:45:47 GMT -5
"It's lovely, it's very...French." He liked it, it resembled Ariannette in almost every aspect.
"It smells quite nice actually, uh wheres your bed or bedroom, I think we should lay you down and try to cool you off."
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 20:35:15 GMT -5
Ariannette smiled. "I try to keep fresh flowers in her as much as possible. I don't get to the park nearly as often as I would like, so I try to keep a bit of nature here with me." She smiled and gestured to behind a large chinese screen. "Really, I'm fine Clarence..."
She walked over and sat on her silk comforter, all her sheets and bedding a shade of maroon, that complimented her dress and skin tone quite beautifully. "I meant to ask you earlier...but you look...scandanavian...where are you originally from?" She grabbed his hand and traced circles in it absentmindedly.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 20:39:04 GMT -5
"Well my Dad's American, but my Mom, they're all sorts of Norweigian. My sista takes after my Dad, I take after my mom."
The couch was comfy, really comfy. And he didn't mind the hand thing either.
"What about you, is that a French accent I hear?"
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 20:45:25 GMT -5
Ariannette nodded. "Indeed...my mother and father are both from there. Our family was part of the aristoracy before the revolution...even though that is long over, we just felt we needed to have a fresh start. I was born here though..but I always carry the light accent. My mother used to rapp my knuckles for speaking in a New York accent." She laughed softly. "I used to do it sometimes to spite her. She was so obsessed with our past. But my dad wasn't. He knew the only way to live is to look forward, not back....I believe that too."
She paused a moment. "And I didn't tell you before...but call me Aria. It's simpler than my full, pompous mother-given name." She leaned in and spoke softly, touching his hair a bit. "And I don't let just anyone call me that. My father does, and my stage manager does. That's it."
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 20:49:05 GMT -5
"Well, Aria, I feel honored. I would let you call me Clarie, but it's a bit too feminine for my tastes"
He chuckled a bit as he put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 20:51:39 GMT -5
She smiled. "I like it..and its only feminine if you are." She snuggled in close to him, feeling more comfortable around man in years. She kissed him lightly on the shoulder and then looked up at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you get this question a hundered times...but why did you become a cop?"
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 20:57:45 GMT -5
"Well, my Dad, he was a factory worker and he came down with Rubella and...he... he passed away. I had to support my Mom and sister, so it was either become a cop or work in a Factory. My dad wanted me to do something with my life, so I chose to join the force. Plus the pays a bit better."
Rubbing his eyes, as he always did when he told that story, a fresh tear fell.
"I, I'm sorry, me and my Pa was close, its just hard to tell the story, even thought it's been 10 years."
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 21:00:51 GMT -5
Ari sighed. "I'm sorry, Clare" The way she said Clare...she hung on the are a bit, giving it a harsher, more masculine sound. "But your father would be proud...you're doing something to help your fellow man." She put her hand up to his face, wiping any tears away. "No need to apologize. You're allowed to mourn, even after years."
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 21:03:33 GMT -5
"Yea, it's just been a hard life, but somebody's been lookin after me."
He kissed her forehead gently, reassuring her that he was ok.
"So... do you have anything ... coming up?"
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 21:10:23 GMT -5
Ariannette sighed. "I have a show tomorrow, and then a show the day after that." She paused. "I usually don't do as many shows, but Medda up-ed the amount she is doing to compete with me, so I'm upping mine...I need the exposure." She was quiet for a moment.
"You know...if this newsie war drags out for more than a week or so, maybe I should stage a show and try and get them to resolve their differences.." She shrugged. "I'll have some of them here anyways." She bit her lip, concerned. She always looked out for those less fortunate than her, and it worried her that there would be children hurt. "It just worries me, this whole business." She looked at him gently. "Please keep me informed...and dont send any to the refuge..send them to me...that is...if you wish to. I don't want to interfere with your job. Just help."
She leaned up and kissed him softly, brushing her lips with his.
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Post by scaper on May 15, 2006 21:15:48 GMT -5
"As long as none of them cause any harm to you or your theater, then there'll be no refuge. Don't worry to much about Medda,your the one pushing her, I think that makes you better."
With that, he kissed her back this time prolonging it until they were both breathless.
" Help as much as you like, I try to help those kids best I can. Another helping hand can't hurt."
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Post by arianette on May 15, 2006 21:19:55 GMT -5
Aria smiled softly, hugging him, running a hand through his hair, whispering. "You're wonderful, you know that.." She pulled back and smiled amusingly. "If you come to the show tomorrow, I'll make sure you get a backstage seat...and an extra for Claire...thats her name, right?" She rested her head on his chest. "I mean, if you want to. If you want to see me tomorrow."
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