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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 12, 2010 15:00:39 GMT -7
Marcy let out a whimper, his breathing coming fast as he looked up at Vincent. "S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît ne pas faire, s'il vous plaît... Je n'ai rien d'autre à vous donner... Pas même mon corps est la mine plus... S'il vous plaît..." He had to stifle the scream that wanted to burst forth, and he closed his eyes against the unwanted images that passed through his mind.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 12, 2010 15:08:30 GMT -7
Vincent had to close his eyes and take a deep breath as the sound of the whimper the foreigner uttered met his ears. The pleading began at once, and Vincent was half tempted to just let go and forget it for the night, but he knew he couldn't do that.
"Vincent Delwater, you big meanie!" Vincent gasped as he was suddenly pushed aside, his grip on the foreigner falling away. Angry red eyes burned into his as he looked down.
"Francine!" Isaria strode forward, intending on grabbing the little girl and pulling her back, but she stopped when Francine turned to the foreigner and held out her hand.
"We're not going to hurt you, promise." Francine tried to assure him. She sent Vincent a glare, then turned her eyes back to the stranger. "Would you please come with me? I promise you'll be okay." Francine implored to him with her eyes and voice, hoping that he would listen to her.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 12, 2010 15:15:59 GMT -7
Marcy stared at the little girl for a moment, the fear slowly slipping from his eyes. This was a little girl. She couldn't hurt him. It was a girl. Girls didn't hurt people, no...
"... Oui," he said softly, slowly reaching out and taking the girl's hand. "Oui. Je..." He broke off and shook his head.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 12, 2010 15:21:27 GMT -7
Francine couldn't help the bright smile that made its way across her face when the stranger took her hand. The little girl felt enlightened that he seemed to trust her enough to allow her to lead him. She squeezed gently, then turned, beginning to walk away. As she passed Vincent, she smiled smugly at him and stuck out her tongue.
"Whiny Little Brat." She heard Vincent murmur behind her before Isaria and Vincent followed them.
"Well, she got further then you did." Isaria muttered.
"Shut up. I didn't see you try to reason with him." Vincent mumbled, feeling a little shameful that his little sister fared better with the foreigner then he did.
Surprisingly, Francine didn't lead the stranger to the brig. Instead, she led him towards her own room.
"Oh no, no, no, no." Isaria moved forward quickly, stepping in front of Francine, halting the little girl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"I'm taking him to my room. He can stay with me, since he seems to like me best." Francine said simply.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 12, 2010 15:22:51 GMT -7
Marcy just looked at them all, not understanding what they were saying, or why the older girl looked so unhappy.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 12, 2010 15:30:20 GMT -7
Isaria looked at Vincent, hoping to get him to side with her, but her brother just shrugged. "She did get him to follow her, and he seems pretty harmless. I don't think one night with her will hurt anything. If that's the end of it, I'm going to bed."
"See? Vincent's okay with it." Francine turned and looked back at the foreigner. "Come on. You're going to be my roomie!" Francine led the stranger past her sister, who was staring at them with shock on her face. After she managed to recover, Isaria threw her hands up and sighed.
"Fine, but don't get used to it!" She called after her sister. Vincent chuckled and turned, heading off to his room, his sister right behind him.
Francine opened the door to her room and stepped inside. There was only one cot, which she regretted, but it couldn't be helped. She took the blanket off her cot and handed it to the stranger.
"It's bedtime." Francine made a brief sleeping motion, placing her hands under her head and closing her eyes. "Understand? Sleep." Francine pointed to the floor and hopped into her cot.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 12, 2010 15:35:09 GMT -7
"Oui," Marcy replied stiffly before hesitantly taking the blanket and moving carefully to the floor, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as he sat down, glancing around the room. He could see faint light coming from the porthole, but there was no lock on the door. Slowly, Marcy moved, laying down in front of said door. If anyone tried to get in, he'd know.
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Post by Natoya on Aug 12, 2010 15:43:04 GMT -7
Francine watched the foreigner lay down in front of the door. She thought that was an odd place to sleep, but she shrugged it off and laid down, closing her eyes.
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Isaria climbed into the cot beside her brother's, worry clouding her eyes. She wasn't sure if she could trust that foreigner being alone with her sister all night.
"She'll be fine. Franny is a tough kid." Vincent mumbled beside her, already half asleep as he lay on his cot.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Plus there are others near her. If he tries anything, all she has to do is scream and someone will come running." Vincent assured her. After a silent moment, her brother was asleep.
Figuring she might as well try to sleep too, Isaria laid down and closed her eyes.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Aug 12, 2010 15:56:21 GMT -7
Marcy closed his eyes. This was more comfortable than the hold, that was for sure, and the blanket was a welcome luxury. It didn't slide over his body like the silk and linen sheets back at home, but he welcomed even this scratchy wool; it was better than nothing.
Exhaling, Marcy lay his head down on the ground before finally letting his eyes drift closed and sleep claimed him.
"Très bon, Marceau! Vous apprenez si bien!" A kind voice gushed, and Marcy looked up into the matching green eyes of his mother, a smile breaking across his face. "I'm so pleased with how fast you've been learning," she continued, still in French. Marcy beamed as he looked down at the parchment.
"I practised just like you told me to, Maman!" He said cheerfully, the French words gliding from his mouth like honey.
The woman smiled, her golden curls floating around her head. She wore her nightgown, an expensive silken garment, and Marcy watched carefully as she reached across him to pluck the quill out of his hand and put it back in the pot. "Très bon, Marceau," she repeated, smiling softly. "But it is time for your bedtime, oui?"
Six-year-old Marceau Lovell pouted, ducking his head to that his near-platinum hair shielded his eyes. "But Maman!" He pleaded. "Fabien gets to stay up!"
Lady Lovell smiled kindly. "Fabien is older than you, Marceau; he is thirteen."
"When I'm thirteen, Maman, will you let me stay up, too?"
"Oui, my son. But only if you promise to go to bed now."
"... Accord, Maman." Little Marceau slipped out of his chair, waving to his mother, who seemed to glow in the firelight.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 31, 2010 12:03:50 GMT -7
ooc: My brain hurts from trying to read this stuff xD
Which board are we using? This one, or the other one?
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Oct 31, 2010 12:31:51 GMT -7
ooc;; ^^ What other one?
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 31, 2010 12:36:52 GMT -7
ooc: Ambitious Hunt
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Oct 31, 2010 12:45:33 GMT -7
ooc;; Probably a new one; I'm as lost in AH as you are in PW.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Oct 31, 2010 12:47:44 GMT -7
ooc: Sounds good.
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Post by Natoya on Jan 24, 2011 17:34:02 GMT -7
ooc; Man, it's been a while. I freaking loved this rp, AND OMFG MARCY I LOVE HIM FREAKING GOSH SO CUTE.
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