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Aug 10, 2008 16:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 16:58:10 GMT -5
He grimaced, letting out a low hiss, but determinedly clenching his jaw against a cry of pain. When she tried to pull away, his grip tightened.
He tipped his head down, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Aaah. I see. Maybe somebody needs to take a lesson in not caring what people think?"
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Aug 10, 2008 17:08:59 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 17:08:59 GMT -5
Marie met his gaze without flinching, actually grabbing his ear like he was a misbehaved child, pulling her face close to his. "You are ze only one who knows and I will make your life a living 'ell if you tell anyone. Unlike you, I enjoy being social and my head falling off iz not exactly normal. If zey knew, ze least of my worries would be zem laughing at me."
By 'them' Marie meant the rather posh crowd of very rich and young Nightmares that were considered, among those who where in on the Chimeran Social scene as the cream of the crop. A prestigious group, not one of them was ugly or had any particular deformations (such as a severed head). Except maybe gargantuan egos.
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Aug 10, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
"Relax," he grumbled, twisting to free his ear of her grasp. "Unlike you," he mimicked her earlier words, "I don't get my kicks by gossiping." He rubbed the sore appendage, glaring at her through the corner of his eye. She must be trying to impress a real set of snobs, since this was the Isle of Morpheus. He could boil water by looking at it. The one person he'd known free of abnormalities had turned out to have a Night Terror inside him. Nobody was "normal.'
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Aug 10, 2008 17:25:52 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 17:25:52 GMT -5
Satisfied, she let her gaze shift to the calmly lapping waters of the beach. There was a moment of silence and she seemed to read his mind, or at least realize perhaps 'normal' wasn't the right word. "Zey are all Nightmares, of course. One iz a vampire and another a werewolf, one has green skin. But all of zem are 'andsome or pretty, or beautiful." She touched a hand to her choker and frowned out at the water.
"And like you said. Eet's gross. Can I go now? I don't need more of your laughing at me."
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Aug 10, 2008 17:30:50 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 17:30:50 GMT -5
He cocked his head, examining her as she examined the water. Maybe he wasn't elite enough to be considered a proper judge, but she looked plenty beautiful to him. Almost boring, typical, in his opinion, until her head rolled off.
"And? If your head tips too far to the right they'll, what? Stop talking to you?" His eyes widned in mock-horror. "Watch out." He completely ignored her attempt to leave.
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Aug 10, 2008 17:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 17:39:02 GMT -5
Marie nodded and turned back to him. She didn't like the mocking tone in his voice. "Not everyone can be you, Alexandair. You have family, you are a prince. What am I without zem? Eet's my talent, being social, throwing parties, gossip. Shallow, I know." She shrugged.
Unfortunately, it was these people, her life with them, that defined her. Without them she'd be alone, and that truly scared her. Marie didn't ever want to be alone. "What do you want?"
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Aug 10, 2008 17:44:42 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 17:44:42 GMT -5
He didn't say anything at first. As much as it irritated him, his life had been cushioned in many aspects.
He sighed. "I don't want anything." His mouth tightened and twisted as he tried to find the right way to express his invitation. "I'm not beautiful, and I liked you better once your head fell off. Why don't we do something.... undefining?"
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Aug 10, 2008 17:51:58 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 17:51:58 GMT -5
Marie was about to spit out something else nasty, but she paused just for a moment. "Quoi? What?" She almost smiled. Here he was being nice again and despite herself, he made her feel a little bit better.
"Like what?" She asked, curious. That had been the whole point of coming here, but that had backfired. Perhaps another try wouldn't kill her though.
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Aug 10, 2008 17:56:08 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 17:56:08 GMT -5
He grinned, pleased at her acceptance. It was almost becoming a habit, playing tour-guide to "actual fun things". He fanned out his hands, a dangerous gleam in his eye. "The sky's the limit."
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Aug 10, 2008 18:04:07 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 18:04:07 GMT -5
"Iz that your way of saying you 'ave no idea?" She said, feeling more comfortable bantering with him then anything, especially after everything. "BEcause I'll say it right now, I 'aven't got a clue whats out there besides ze newest club." Which was kind of sad if you thought about it, but whatever.
"Zis was your idea." She reminded him with a small grin.
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Aug 10, 2008 18:08:14 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 18:08:14 GMT -5
His grin became nearly feral. "Fresh blood," he mused, rubbing his hands together. He crooked a finger at her to follow him, and then turned on his heel toward his hammock. He chuckled low under his breath. "Hold onto your wig, Madame Deficit, we're going for a ride."
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Aug 10, 2008 18:20:16 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 18:20:16 GMT -5
She followed, a little apprehensively. He had looked positively demonic for a moment. "Eet's not a wig." At least, not anymore. The powdered white gray hair had been a wig with the real Marie Antoinette, but for her, it was her actual hair (she just had a lot more control over it then a lot of girls did).
"What kind of ride?" She asked, voice a mix of excitement and nerves. At least she knew it wouldn't be boring, not with Alexander.
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Aug 10, 2008 18:24:34 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 18:24:34 GMT -5
That question begged an innuendo, but he resisted. He glanced back once to make sure she was following, and then passed the hammock, going between a hidden spot between some trees where he'd stashed his bike.
He touched it reverently and then flashed a devious look back at Marie. "This kind of ride."
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Aug 10, 2008 18:34:47 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 18:34:47 GMT -5
Marie took in the bike with wide eyes. She'd never been in anything who's horse power didn't actually come from horses. But at the very least, she knew what it was. "A motorcycle?" He touched it almost like it was his child, which was a little bit sad. Although supposedly, men and their motors had same kind of connection as women and their shoes.
"Are you crazy? You'll kill me!" She protested. Alex didn't seem like the safe driver type.
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Aug 10, 2008 22:54:16 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 22:54:16 GMT -5
A motorcycle? That was like calling a Porsche a car. He scoffed in disgust and grabbed the handle bars, flipping the kick stand up. He swung a leg over and straddled the seat.
He never wore a helmet, though he kept it latched to the bike. However, looking at her hair, he wasn't sure she could even use it. "Get on," he said. No more room for discussion.
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