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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 30, 2008 1:35:16 GMT -5
He shook his head. "I know you guys aren't the best of friends, but she's really not that bad."
His eyes softened and he reached across the table to grab her hand. "You didn't make a mess of things. For one, it takes two to tango. Secondly, our family has dealt with way worse than a new arrival, and we all like you."
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Post by Jules on Nov 30, 2008 1:56:12 GMT -5
She was going to retort, but all of the sudden she lost her energy for it. It didn't really matter anyways, Alex could be friends with who he wanted, she simply reserved the right to the 'I told you so' that would be inevitably required further down the road.
Zizzy didn't know so much about the whole family liking her, but she was well aware it took two to tango. But with the way Armand was acting, it was hard to get angry at him for this. "I know. But I feel like I've trapped him now. You know how he is. He'd so sacrifice his happiness just for my sake."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 30, 2008 3:56:38 GMT -5
"He definitely would," Alexander agreed. "But he isn't. He would have married you anyway, everyone knows it. And I'm sorry his proposal was crappy, but maybe he'll get it right soon, you know?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 30, 2008 4:04:40 GMT -5
"I don't know if I want him to get it right soon. I'm me...I can't be Queen." She sighed and scrubbed her face with her hands. "I'm scared. I'm not going to be a good mom, and I know Iker will try and pull something. I was very luck the burns didn't hurt the baby." Deep breath, deep breath. "I'm technically not supposed to be alone anywhere." She said this in a mock-conspiratorial tone.
"But c'mon. I have a few dozen bones to pick with this Maurice Quickly."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 0:49:38 GMT -5
Alexander sighed. "Will you cut it out already? You're starting to annoy me. You're going to be a great mom, and Queen is a long way off. As far as I know, my parents are still immortal."
He stood to his feet and knocked down the rest of his whiskey, hissing a little as he set his empty glass down. Too much, too fast.
"And fine, but try to keep me out of jail, alright?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 1:03:20 GMT -5
Zizzy resisted rolling her eyes yet again, "Sorry if I'm not Susy Sunshine. Life kind of blows right now." She bite her lip so she didn't sigh yet again and let out a little chuckle. "Like you'd stay in jail long. I'm the one who's risking the most. I don't have the benefit of being a Prince." She finished off her drink and stood up.
"Besides, if you need a weak little pregnant girl like me to protect you, maybe you should stay behind."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 1:08:35 GMT -5
He smirked. "You're Suzy Stormcloud." And the smirk widened at his own cleverness. "Sure, I'm the prince, but think about this." He reached down and touched her slightly swelling stomach. "You're carrying the someday-heir to the throne. When Armand is king, this little guy becomes the crown prince." He raised both brows. "I'd say that gives you a get out of jail free card."
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 1:19:30 GMT -5
Zizzy stared down at her stomach and frowned. "He can't be heir if I never marry." She said, somewhat bitterly. She certainly wasn't going to marry Armand if the best he could come up with was 'Hey, wanna get hitched?'
"Besides, aren't you next in line?" Although she couldn't see Alexander contending for the throne. She linked arms casually with Alex. "But you're right, if I play it correctly, I could so get away with murder."
Once outside the restaurant, Zizzy was fine until the crowds began to thin and there were less people around. She held onto Alex's arm more tightly now, walked a bit closer, and looked around more often. "The address on the paper says it should be close..." Yes, she had indeed committed it to memory.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 1:34:12 GMT -5
Alexander pressed his lips together, sending Zizzy a sharp glance from the corner of his eye. She was really messed up about this marriage thing. He couldn't say for sure, but he could guess Armand didn't know she felt so badly about it, otherwise there'd be some serious reconvincing going on.
"Pffft..." He made a face. "Hell no." He grinned and laughed. "You have it memorized?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 1:41:10 GMT -5
"I really don't like it." She jumped when a figure emerged from an alley way, but otherwise appeared fine as she lead him to a white-washed but very dirty building with the words THE BANSHEE WAIL painted crudely, obviously by hand, above the double doors. "I had a feeling it would look like this."
She reached out to pull on the door but it was locked, although the lights on indicated someone was home. Zizzy knocked loudly on the glass until a shuffling figure appeared at the end of the hallway and began lurching quickly towards the door in a way that was vaguely disturbing.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 1:48:37 GMT -5
"Homey," Alexander murmured in obvious distaste.
He watched the lurching figure as it came closer to the door, and hoped the guy wasn't too pathetic, or he might feel bad slowly torturing him. Not to say he wouldn't do it anyway.
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 2:00:02 GMT -5
Maurice opened the door with a sleazy smile that revealed too many teeth and a piece of his less than appetizing lunch stuck in between several of them. "Hello, howcanIhelpyou?I'monadeadlinesoIdon'thavemuchtime, butI'malwaysallearsforagoodstory."
Zizzy blinked. It took her a moment to understand the rapid-fire speech pouring out of the Zombie's mouth. She didn't like looking at the way his mouth moved when he talked, like his skin was barely holding together. And she did not want to know what that pinkish looking meat was that stained his teeth.
"I imagine you're Maurice Quickly?"
"ThatIam, ThatIam, whatcanIdoforyoudollface?" He looked to Alex and his eyes widened a bit. Even if he didn't recognize Zizzy, he certainly recognized the Prince. "Yourmajesty." He offered a quick bob.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 2:08:19 GMT -5
Not wholly pathetic then, but definitely icky. And to be considered icky in a city of Nightmares was a feat of accomplishment.
"We'd like to iron out a few wrinkles in your.... news, Mr. Quickly."
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 22:08:23 GMT -5
Maury grinned nervously and pulled his tie a bit looser. "Wrinklesinmynews? Nonever. Mynewsisnothingbutfacts, nothingbutfacts. Straightfromthesource, sorrytosay." It seemed the darkening expression on Zizzy's face and the constant glow clued him in. "Ah, youmustbeZizzy." He swallowed.
"Oh? And so what were your sources on the stories about me?" "ThatsinformationIcannotreveal," "Because it's information you made up." She latched her hands to his tie, yanked it right up against his neck and pulled it forward a bit. He was too gross to get too close, but even zombies needed to breath. "So I imagine, after being informed of your mistake, you will print a retraction. Armand and I are very much in love." Maury placed his hands over hers and attempted to remove them. "I'msorrylady, butifthat'strue, whyisn'theherehimself? Iprintthetruthandnothing but."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 1, 2008 22:45:28 GMT -5
Well, Alexander couldn't argue with him there. Nellie was living with him in a crypt, and she was definitely not dead. He wasn't mad about slander, just mad in general.
But in Zizzy's case, Maurice Quickly had no excuse.
"Do you want us to get him?" Alexander asked irritably. "Let me answer for you, no you don't, because he's more pissed off about this than we are and he's part Night Terror."
Yeah.
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