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| nofakeFACES. | Aug 25 2008, 06:04 AM Post #16 |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 25 2008, 08:01 PM Post #17 |
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My, wasnt he smooth? Watching as he raised his cup in toast, Kin shly did the same, seeming to be very accustomed with the matter of dinning. Indulging herself with a slight sip so that the wine only gracing her lips, the women placed the glass back down, hands folded gently. Her attention all the time on Cole, in chance he might make some move, and Kin would miss her chance to counteract it. Her wicked Black knight? How delightful, the word delightful being used in the lowest of terms mind you. She watched carefully, eyes measuring the inches between the two, and each time he tried to lower those digits, Kin was right there to add them back up again. Yes, of course, how could she had let it slip her mind, of course he would be attending the festivals, and she would no doubt be right there at his side every moment of it. Reaching for her wine glass yet again, Kin took a small sip, gem eyes closed while muttering something along the line of 'What of my Shinning Knight to save me from you? of course, this was said so only the two of them could hear her rude remark. Giving a slight cough, the girl fell back into her seat, eyes once again fixed on Lyra who sat across from her. Somehow, Blaise had appeared out of nowhere, offering the girl some wine, Kin watched as the liquid, slowly began to fill up the glass to the proper amount, but still the flow did not stop. Unsure that she should say anything, she finally spoke out seeing the liquid overflow. "Becare-" it was too late, the wine had stained the beautiful tablecloth and sealed Kin's faith for tomorrow. Oh bother, it was always so hard to get out wine. Watching as the two vanished off into the kitchen area Kin sighed, turning to her empty plate letting out a sigh. Oh, how she was hungry... "I wonder whats wrong with them.... Oh, Mr MacFarland, I left your finished costume on your bed, try it on, and see if there is anything that does not quite fit right." |
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| usagi | Aug 26 2008, 12:35 AM Post #18 |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 26 2008, 12:55 AM Post #19 |
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Really, he wasn't making much sense at all, even to himself. By the time Lyra approached him, he had his arms full with towels and dishrags and even a roll of paper towelettes; most likely, some off-kilter part of his brain that tended to exaggerate things (he should really get that checked) had sent the message that instead of cleaning/covering a simple wine stain, he should be preparing to clean a small white room after a huge decapitative killing massacre. Though maybe he'd been expecting something like that from the very instant he saw that man-- "Shh!" Whirling around at the sound of her voice, he immediately thrust a towel in her direction, barely having time to register any relief that she hadn't spilled anything on her white dress. It was pretty. Would have been a shame. Moving on! "Be careful! There's... ah..." For a second, his horrified eyes trailed back over to the table, and then quickly snapped back. The kitchen area was well within their earshot - even whispering, surely he and his friend could be heard. He couldn't act suspicious. Had to carry this out with some tact. (Uh, knock knock, too late for that..?) "J-just watch your back," was his senseless warning, but it was really all he could come up with, being all ninja-sneaky like he was. He glanced over at Kin worriedly - the poor thing was trapped sitting beside that Notorious Criminal! How could he have been so stupid? If he'd done his homework ahead of time, he could have prevented this from happening - but, ah, Kin was capable of defending herself. She'd assured him of that already. Now he just had to make sure Lyra was safe. "If the gues--- anyone strange says or does anything suspicious, don't hesitate to run or tell someone, okay?" He lectured under his breath, obviously giving his precious Lyra his own improved version of the Don't-Talk-To-Strangers-And-Don't-Get-In-The-Candy-Van talk. |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 26 2008, 01:08 AM Post #20 |
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While a normal persons attention would be on why Blaise was acting in such an abnormal way, Kins first and primary concern was with the red wine as is sunk deeper and deeper into the pure white table cloth. Almost instantly home remedies began flooding into her brain on how to remove the stain as quickly as possible. Seeing that she had no shaving cream or soda water, the maid was quick to reach over the table, grab the rather large container of salt, and dumb it right on the cloth with no hesitation. Only after she had sucessfully wasted the entire dinners worth of salt did she relize just how silly she must have looked. Lowering herself back into her origanal postion, head finding its way between her breast Kin whispered meekly "Salt is the first response to a wine stain....I'll bleach it to death, later” feeling like an utmost fool, Kin silently wished she could just disappear into the chair. That or do something childish as covering her face all the while whispering to yourself 'I can't see you, they can't see me' Oh course, everyone knew that was just a silly game children made up at the end of the day out of boredom. Seeing the two vanish, her attention turned back to the food, waiting oh so paitently for Kin to claim it as her own, and competly devour it. Everything looked so perfect, the turkey a warm shade of brown, the mashed patatoes covered in goozing hot butter and pepper. And the bread, oh the bread looked to die for, it was easy to tell it had just come out of the oven, by the way the steam rose off it. Looking back from the food to Blaise and back to the food, her fingers itching to claim the patatoes and carrots as her own, then again her mother had always taught her to never begin eating till everyone had sat down and said grace. But, it looked so good! Finally her stomach made the decision that her mind in the end could not decide. Handing the plate she had earlier taken from Cole, she placed it right in front of him before holding out her plate to him. "If you're asking my persmission to eat, then no you may not," a small smile while playfully shovening her plate at him "but, I dont see why I cannot, some turkey please." Best to try and get through this dinner as easily as possible. She just hoped Cole would not try any further advances. |
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| nofakeFACES. | Aug 26 2008, 06:53 AM Post #21 |
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| usagi | Aug 27 2008, 01:58 AM Post #22 |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 27 2008, 04:20 AM Post #23 |
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Come to think of it, this wasn't right. At all. Oh, besides the morals - I mean, having a very epitome of Sin and Evil in a dinner hall meant to celebrate the bounty of the ever pure and holy Goddess was kind of warped, when you thought about it - what concerned Blaise especially was this man's misleading appearence. Where was the bushy brow? The burly arms? The potbelly? The cold - oh, well, he supposed Mister MacFarland had the cold gaze thing down pat, but that was about it. Glancing nervously at him now, Blaise was once more caught off-guard. He was far too clean and... proper-looking to have committed so many cruel crimes. (In the short timeframe since Kin had told him of that one incident, the crime in question became very plural.) "Sh-shh!" And once again he tried to hush her while colour drained from his own face... although, this time he somehow managed to push a cloth (not too forcefully) over Lyra's mouth instead of just in her general direction. Shaking, all the while, like a frightened little lamb. "It's -- we can't talk about this here," There was something very espionage/FBI/drug-ring-bust about the way Blaise was handling this all of a sudden. Every so often, his worried eyes would flicker over to the table to make sure he hadn't fled off into the night with Kin in tow, only the tiniest spark of relief brightening up when he saw that they were still just talking. Civilly. Although, the man's laugh made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a bit. "You should go back to the table," Pulling the cloth away a bit hesitantly, he motioned back to the dining area and went on to lighten his outrageous load of towels a little bit, "I'll explain everything later. Act natural. Stay calm." (You'd think he'd rather be giving this wise advice to himself...) "And, uhm, maybe don't drink too much wine. You'll be safer with a clear head." |
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| nofakeFACES. | Aug 28 2008, 01:32 AM Post #24 |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 28 2008, 11:39 PM Post #25 |
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While Blaise was telling Lyra to stay clear from the wine, Kin seemed to be heading in that exact direction. Figuring it would be best to get through this hell hole.... I mean dinner as painlessly as possible, and seeing that she had no intention of stabbing herself violently with a fork, or making herself throw up, the only logical situation was to drink herself into a complete and total daze. Handing her plate over towards Cole, Kin noticed the sudden change in his voice. She did not like it. Letting out a nervous laugh, Kin made a bee line towards her half filled goblet. The wine was warm and sweet perhaps a bit too sweet for her own taste. But it was warm and the way it ran down her throat and settled into her stomach was somewhat of a comfort in the situation. Reaching for the wine bottle, she hastily filled it to the top and took another sip, the second being just as good as the first. Taking her plate back only for a second a sudden idea popped into her head. Forcing it back into his hands the girl sat back, tall glass goblet laying effortlessly across her lips. "On second thought, I would like pea's, mashed potatoes, a bit of gravey, and cranberry sauce" pausing for a mere second to take a tiny sip of the wine. "Oh, and servant, don't let any of it touch eachother." (( sry for taking so long, its horrible i know. My parents are fighting (like always) and it always puts me in a horrible mood....)) |
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| usagi | Aug 29 2008, 04:44 PM Post #26 |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 30 2008, 05:58 AM Post #27 |
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What--what? Kamikaze? Suicidal? Already intoxicated? Blaise's jaw dropped at what she suggested doing - confronting the beast! - and his panic meter, already bubbling at a steady rise, blew the freaking roof. Boom? "No! You can't! That's -- you'd be--" And he continued to make less and less sense with every word, naturally, "He'll get you too!" The thought of Lyra - poor, fragile, quiet, sweet Lyra being corrupted by this madman - it made his stomach nearly strangle itself in some acrobatic intestinal chokehold. Before any organs had the chance to fail, though, he'd made up his mind, and raced past the woman in a brisk, determined, life's-on-the-line march back into the dining area. If she pulled anything rash, this way he'd be there to jump in the way and save the day, right? However, first he was struck with an unpleasant vision, one that practically screamed lewdness and suggestivity and all those ugly traits a gentleman should never have - he saw the Criminal himself, leaned over toward Kin, whispering something directly into her ear, while she looked to somehow be in a (no doubt distressed) daze. That is not just civil, not just civil! Alarms went off noisily in his head, and somewhere along the line it's possible a tiny fraction of his composure gave a tiny fraction of a snap. "I hope everyone's enjoying the meal!" He announced loudly, practically slamming the towel he'd brought down to soak up any more of the stain on the table. For a second, there seemed to be some hostility in his friendly green eyes - it flickered away instantly though, and then the man was left just looking utterly confused. "A-ah..." Faltering, he looked down at his hand in shock, as if wondering did i just do that? He quickly retreated then, summoning up his very best and very nicest Everyone's Favourite Neighbourhood Chef smile. "Wua... Once again, please feel free to help yourselves to anything on the table. Dessert will be served after everyone is finished, and if you'd like a glass refilled or anything please let me know." Suspiciously (but as covert as Blaise-ly possible), he eyed the man known as Mister MacFarland; why wasn't he eating? Was this some kind of protest? Message? Declaration of war? Oh. He winced a little. Wouldn't that be terribly unfortunate... ...for Blaise. |
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| nofakeFACES. | Sep 6 2008, 06:15 PM Post #28 |
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