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Post by Jules on Nov 11, 2008 0:13:24 GMT -5
Marie groaned again for effect, and then swiftly broke a paint ball between her palm and the top of his head before springing to her feet and dashing across the room, pelting a few more after her as she went, squealing with delight all the way.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR ZAT!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 11, 2008 0:21:16 GMT -5
He couldn't believe he fell for it either.
He stared after her. Touche. Paint dripped from his hair, down his face, and he sprinted after her. He caught her waist and hauled her (gently, but of course), to the tubs.
"Bad move, darling. I'm going to cover every inch of you in paint, and it's going to be slow and torturous, and you won't be able to fool me with fake injuries."
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Post by Jules on Nov 11, 2008 0:31:20 GMT -5
Marie shrieked, shoving what paint balls she had left into his cheek, neck and hair again. And when she was out of those, she used her fists, but not too hard, because it was just play.
"Eef I fooled you again, I do not zink I could be your friend anymore. I do not 'ang around wiz ze mentally retarded." She said once she'd given up on getting away. His hold on her waist was gentle, but it would hurt to pry herself free and besides, it didn't exactly bother her to have him holding her.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 11, 2008 22:19:14 GMT -5
He grinned. She'd regret that remark. He carefully and methodically broke shell after shell of paint over her, spreading the slick substance up her neck and through every strand of hair, until she was all assortments of color.
He released her and rolled to the side, propping his chin in his hand. "Well." He attempted to blow his hair out of his eyes, but it (surprisingly) stayed plastered to his forehead. He wiped it off and started laughing.
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Post by Jules on Nov 11, 2008 23:02:16 GMT -5
At first she'd tried to squirm away, but soon she'd been laughing too hard to do anything but stand there and let him. When he was finished, she was out of breath and her ribs ached fiercely, but she took deep breaths anyways, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Do I look like a Jason Pollock?" She asked, and striked a pose. Marie let the pose break to push back her paint-soaked hair and grin widely. "Did you want to wash up?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 11, 2008 23:13:45 GMT -5
"Better," he replied, still chuckling. He pushed himself up to his feet, trying not to slip on the wet paint all over the floor. They have trails of rainbow wherever they walked.
He held up a hand and drops of blue, pink and orange hit the floor, plip, plip, plip. "I think that's a good idea," he said.
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Post by Jules on Nov 12, 2008 0:07:12 GMT -5
"Come on." There was a door to the far side of the room that she skated bare-foot to on the paint-slicked floors. She opened it and led them inside. The tiled floor was practical, but still paint-stained from previous trips into it, and in the floor there were two baths, each about three feet deep and four feet wide. They were already filled to the point of spilling over a little, since the maid knew that they were to be filled every-time she entered the wreck room.
"Jump in!" She declared and whipped her paint-sodden night gown over her head before slipping into a bath so quick it was hardly indecent exposure, since she under the water, and there was a healthy froth of bubbles over the top of each one.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 0:25:13 GMT -5
So quick, and yet not quick enough.
He didn't see anything like that, but he saw her discarded gown, definitely not on her body. He raised an eyebrow, feeling... weird, and tugged off his shirt, quickly followed by his pants, and then slipped into the water. Pastel foam swirled around his shoulders from the paint, already washing off.
"I really like this addition to your house."
Should he ever have one of his own, that wasn't a pitiful, tiny crypt, he would invest in one.
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Post by Jules on Nov 12, 2008 1:03:43 GMT -5
Marie emerged from the water with a hat of bubbles and paint streaking down her face. She rubbed it away with a face cloth that she then chucked to him. Because of the way the nightgown was cut, she'd really only got paint on her feet, hands and wrists, and the neck up. "I love eet too. After our bath, we do somezing else? Your pick." She folded her elbows on the strip of tiled floor that separated the two baths.
"You are welcome any time, for ze rematch. Even I 'ave to admit I zink you won zat one."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 15:37:17 GMT -5
Alexander wrung the rag out in the water and scrubbed his shoulders and down his arms.
"Hmm..." He matched her position, resting his chin on his crossed forearms directly across from her. "It's hard to top a paint war..."
But the slightly calculating look to his eyes said it wouldn't be too hard to think of something.
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Post by Jules on Nov 12, 2008 16:03:46 GMT -5
Marie gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "Of course eets 'ard to top me. I doubt you can even do eet." Although there was a look in his eye that said otherwise. But that was fine, she was tired of bedrest. Even if her ribs where aching something fierce and her cast wasn't technically supposed to get wet (she was trying to get it off by 'accident'), there was no way Marie wanted this day to end just yet.
"Eef you are truly stuck, I will 'elp you, I guess. But I zat would mean you aren't ze man I zought you were."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 12, 2008 23:49:07 GMT -5
"Give me my guidelines. Namely, what else is there to do in your house, and secondly, are you up for leaving your house?"
He wouldn't do anything too wild, even if his masculinity was on the line. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of their last venture. But there were ways to have fun without imminent danger.
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Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 0:31:48 GMT -5
"I am very up for leaving my 'ouse. But I do 'ave a bouncy room, and a slide room, and a very big jungle gym..." She blushed and lowered herself a little in the water. "I 'ave a taste for zings zat are maybe a bit childish. I would ask you not to tell anyone, but we all know 'ow well zat works out."
Maybe that last jab hadn't been necessary, no one had freaked about her neck like she'd thought they would, but she now constantly had the sense that they were laughing at her on the inside whenever they saw her choker.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 13, 2008 0:54:19 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed. "Why would I tell anyone?" he asked stiffly. The jibe didn't go unnoticed, neither did its source, and his own reply was a slight challenge to her claim. The water bubbled a little faster as the heat increased.
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Post by Jules on Nov 13, 2008 0:58:42 GMT -5
"You told Armand about my neck." She shot back, and even as she mentioned it, sent a hand up to check the position of the choker and press the barbs in. Marie wondered at his expression. He had to know what he was talking about. "Aftair zat day on ze beach, I figured maybe you wouldn't do zomezing like zat, but apparently, a promise doesn't mean much to you."
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