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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 20:13:33 GMT -5
Alexander knocked once, and then let himself in without waiting for an answer. Marie's maid shot him affronted look as he strolled in and caught her halfway down the stairs to open the door.
"Can I help you?"
"No, thanks," he replied breezily and jogged past her.
He opened the door to Marie's room, arms laden with bags. He grinned. "I come bearing gifts," he said with a mock bow. The maid bustled in behind him and with a final, dirty look (that only broadened his grin), apologized to Marie.
"Sorry, Miss Antoinette. He came in before I could stop him."
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 20:24:35 GMT -5
Marie still couldn't force herself to focus on her appearance long enough to call color to her cheeks or style to her hair. It had been so long without powder, her skin had oddly started to take on it's original, much more human, peach and pink colour. And even with the grey hair, Marie finally resembled what she was, barely older than Nellie, the youngest development-wise of her three friends. She'd simply been created in the idea that fourteen was when you started being a woman, not that she was that young.
When Alexander came in, she yelped and covered her face with her hands, she hadn't even had time to even try! She shot the maid a dirty look from in between her fingers. "I wondair why I pay you, zen. Cannot keep strange men out of ze 'ouse?" Her gaze shifted to Alex, "I didn't zink you'd actually come."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 22:20:20 GMT -5
The maid reddened and shot Alexander a look to kill before nodding curtly, and leaving the room. The glare skimmed over Alexander as effectively as a summer breeze, and he plopped onto the end of Marie's bed, feigning an offended look.
"Of course I came. I said I would, didn't I? And you guilt-tripped me in front of Nellie." He grinned slyly.
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 22:31:28 GMT -5
"Your word is not somezing I would trust. Not as far as I can throw you." She grumbled, voice muffled by the hands still over her face. She hadn't even looked in a mirror today. Euuuugh, how couldn't he have warned her before he came in?
"Oh, you feel guilt? I waz under ze impression you did not 'ave any emotion........she's alright, right? I did not mean to upset 'er."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 22:40:21 GMT -5
He tilted his head, faintly amused at her attempt to cover her face. "I hate to tell you this, Cupcake, but I've seen you looking worse than this."
He shrugged flippantly. "She's fine. She's easy, breezy, lemon-squeezy. And I have plenty of emotion. Conscience was the word you're looking for, and usually I don't. But for you, I made a special exception."
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 22:53:51 GMT -5
Marie groaned at the thought. Worse than this? She held out a hand, "Pass me ze mirror on ze armoire, si'vous plait." But she supposed that made sense, she probably hadn't looked her usual stunning self after being thrown from the motorcycle. She sat up with barely a wince, it was getting so much easier, and rested her casted arm on her lap. The thing was so heavy she tried not to move it too much. She didn't really understand the logic of having a weight on a broken bone.
"Oh, 'ow sweet of you." She said in a somewhat mocking tone of voice. Not that she was one to judge conscience, or lack there of. "Look, I 'ave been couped up in zis place for too long. One time my friend takes me out and I spend ze outing watching her kiss and make up wiz some flitty Dream boy, and zen Mikhail takes me out and I go to Dreamland to make someone else feel bettair." She paused, looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Did he see the problem with this?
"I 'ave done nothing for me!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 23:06:56 GMT -5
Alexander clucked his tongue sympathetically. "Too many good deeds," he said, handing her the mirror from the armoire. His lips twitched as he fought against his laughter. "And what has it done for you?"
He switched positions from the end of the bed to the front, sitting by her waist. Outings with her Marie were always, if nothing else, interesting. "What do you want to do?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 23:16:29 GMT -5
"It 'as bored me." She declared, bracing herself before looking into the silver framed hand held mirror. "Euugh, I look disgusting." She complained, touching fingers to her not pale-enough cheeks, and then petting her rat's nest hair. If she wanted to look any better she was going to have to do it by exterior methods. The thing was, she didn't own a brush or any makeup, she'd never needed too before now. She dragged her fingers through her hair, even though she seemed to be pulling out strands and making her eyes water.
"I do not know. Maybe for a ride? Did you get your bike back yet? I 'ope so. Anyways, maybe we go and, euhhh, EUGH! Zis is what good deeds do. I cannot even zink of somezing."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 23:22:17 GMT -5
Alexander gave her casted arm a pointed look.
"No bikes," he said flatly. He winced in pain on her behalf as she attempted to comb her fingers through her hair. "Ugh, what are you doing? You're making my scalp burn. Just leave it alone, you look fine."
He shrugged a shoulder. "If we can't think of something, we can stay in. I've devoted my day to you."
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 23:27:37 GMT -5
"No, I do not. I am not blind." And she finished combing her hair into something passable, but didn't bother focusing it into at least a simple style because it was just Alexander. Marie was about to scoff at the idea of staying in for a day, when she paused. He was so good at eating up the loneliness that plagued her house, inhabited only by a ghost and a girl.
"You 'ave?" She asked, in slight wonder. That he'd come had been surprising enough, that he was planning on spending a decent amount of time with her was amazing. "Okay. I will show you my wreck room." She scooted towards the edge of the bed facing the door.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 23:35:07 GMT -5
He helped her to her feet from the bed, and then he let her lead the way.
"Sure have," he said. And he didn't mind. Marie was completely opposite him on some ends of ht spectrum, and on other frighteningly close, and the result was a sparked chemistry both fun and irritating.
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 23:42:27 GMT -5
She was only in her night-gown, but it didn't matter. It was ankle-length and had no scoop to the neck at all, it was white and flow-y, like a little girl's. Tied at the sleeves and hem with a pink ribbon. Marie began her 100-year hobble down the stairs, and when they got to the bottom she led him down a hallway into a room.
Marie had meant it literally when she'd said 'wreck' room. It was large, the windows were protected by indoor shutters, and there was paint everywhere. It was a room she came to vent frustrations in, sometime throwing plates at walls, but mostly the vast tubs of paint balls to one corner. No guns, unfortunately.
She scooped a hand full and threw one like a pitcher might throw a fastball. "I do 'ope you are not fond of what you are wearing."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 10, 2008 23:53:41 GMT -5
Alexander eyed the mess of paint splattering the walls, floor, and even ceiling, speculating on how it had gotten to this point. He glanced at Marie just as she threw the loaded ball. His hand reached out reflexively to catch it, but it exploded upon contact with his palm, and blue paint coated his hand, a good portion of his arm, and even splatted his chest. He stared at his dripping blue hand, turning it over in bewilderment. Finally, his eyes raised and pinned on Marie. The gauntlet had been thrown.
He zipped over to the tubs of paint and armed himself with several balls. "And I'm sorry your pretty nightgown is about to become tye-dye." And with that launched a pink, red and then yellow ball at her, one right after the other.
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Post by Jules on Nov 10, 2008 23:58:27 GMT -5
All three hit her, and the ones that hit her torso had bite. Her ribs no longer hurt more than a corset that forced you to thrive on something else besides oxygen, or dresses that weighed more than you did. Besides, this was worth it. But it didn't mean she couldn't play that card. Marie doubled over and moaned loudly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 11, 2008 0:06:52 GMT -5
Oh, damn.
Alexander's eyes widened in surprise as she crumpled to the floor. He was at her side in an instant, uncharacteristically apologetic.
He tenatively touched her shoulder. "Sorry," he said, a bit flustered. "Sometimes I forget what a kick-ass aim I am."
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