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Post by Liza on Feb 10, 2007 19:12:44 GMT -5
Elizabeth sat on the hard wood bench, watching with revulsion as her escort drown cup after cup of the Pub's finest ale. Her aunt thought that Englishmen where the best sort to spend time with, but now Elizabeth disagreed. She had hadn't though that Aunt Maybelle would make a very good chaperon so she skipped the whole idea of having another lady on today's outing.That had a bad idea. The man kept throwing her covetus looks over his drink. She wanted to get up and leave, but then she'd be stuck in the middle of town alone. That was extremely improper for a lady of any rank.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 10, 2007 19:22:52 GMT -5
The air was crisp and the suit was tossed at home and was retired with the normal clothes of a male. The bright blues looked at every woman who passed him. Many blushed and waved at him, knowing exactly who he was. They also knew his twin and thought twice of talking to him. She was the older one, and the more dangerous one.
Finally he made it to the simple pub that he liked to go to occasionaly. The hat was torn off his head and set on the the peg by the door. The tapping of his boots made it's way the the girl that was being watched. The Botticelli blood ran thick through his vains, sadly it made him that much harder to blend in. So why even try?
The jet black hair was back and the blue eyes looked at her eyes. The smile spread across his face as he ordered an ale. Finally he made his way over to her. Bowing lightly and sitting next to her. "Fine lady you are. What brought you here?" The blue pools borring into hers. Then he smacked his forhead with his hand. "Ahh were are my manners? Name is Memnoch Botticelli. You are?" [/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 10, 2007 19:41:02 GMT -5
The man sitting across from Elizabeth scowled, showing his rather yellow teeth. Liza deliberately turned her back to him and faced the man now facing her. She inclined her head as a short greeting and replied. "Elizabeth Williams." She had heard about him, yes. But never seen him. Liza had gotten herself in trouble, but it seemed that she had met trouble itself. And trouble came in the form of Memnoch Botticelli. She had never seen a more handsome a man. She lowered her lashes in a sign of "lady like flirtation." Or thats what her aunt had always told her. A slight smile played across her lips. She looked much like the other ladies, despite her high cheekbones. It was fun to play pretend that she was a empty-headed girl who didn't know her way around. But something inside her told her that he would more likely than not figure that she was just pretending. Instead she looked him straight in the eye and waited for a repsonse
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 10, 2007 21:00:53 GMT -5
Memnoch listened to her and smiled again. The small indent in his chin aparent and won the looks of many ladies. The bright blues were something to look at. The Spanish background could be seen throughout his face. The full velvets were another good feature.
The man with the yellow toothy grin brought Memnoch to chuckle. Waving his hand at the man then trying to recall were he had heard her name before. Ahhh the girl whos aunt was trying too hard to bring her neice a nice man. "Ahhh lovely name. I believe I might know your aunt." The fluttering of her eyelashes made him laugh. Something he hardley did without effort. It came without the actor in him. He placed his hands over hers. "You mustn't pretend to be flirty. I have to prance around with them all the time. You have wits, and I know it."
That is what he had heard about her. The fact that he found entertaining. Being with a smart woman who could understand the things he shall talk about to her. Carry on a conversation without him having to stop and explain every other word to her. It got annoying and he grew very bored. [/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 10, 2007 21:13:54 GMT -5
My aunt, yes you must know her. Everyone 'round here does. Elizabeth laughed. She disliked her aunt as much as the rest of the town. The woman was a most annoying, sying, sort of person. She knew everyone's business and to top it all off, she tried to meddle.
Liza smoothed her dress. It was her favorite, sheer-dark mauve overskirt with a black underskirt. Her aunt, prying as usual, had told her not to wear dark colors, and black was the worst. They where too bold. A woman should be wearing mainly blue. Elizabeth could quote her on many things. Most of which where wcompletly witless and completely last century. Just to spite her, Liza had worn that very outfit.
Liza, picked her hands off the table, she wasn't won over that easy. The man behind her grunted. Liza had completely forgot about him. She whirled around and flashed him a most angry glare. Everything about that man, what was his name... Matthew Thornton, was afflictive.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 10, 2007 21:32:52 GMT -5
Memnoch listened and laughed with her. It was true and he noticed how she left out the part that she nubs into people's business. Often times Elzira would come home and state that the woman had come close to blowing her cover on a murder. It made him laugh and wonder what he is doing in a house with a murder. Finding himself engaged in the same job title.
The man brought back to his attention as Elizabeth had turned around and brought her attention to him. Flashing a grin to the man he brough his attention back to Elizabeth. "Ahhh I'm guessing your aunt wishs for you to have an escourt. Shall I ask him if I may be your escourt. I'm sure your aunt would aprove of you with me." A grin flashed across his velvets and his bright blues. [/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 10, 2007 21:47:59 GMT -5
"Anything would be better than him!" Elizabeth grumbled. Her attention returned to the man before her. She doubted very much that Matthew would allow her to get out of his sight. He seemed like a better match for Maybelle her self, not Liza. Turning around again, she snapped in the mans face. Matthew scowled at her. Liza leaned far forward, half-closing her eyes, she didn't breath, for the stench of the mans breath was putrid. Matty, Matty, Matty... Do you mind if me and... Luke... leave now. Maybe you and I could see each other again sometime. In his dreams.... Liza added silently. But her charms had worked before, maybe now as well.
The man was a push over. He nodded slyly, and slinked away, carrying his ale, toward a group of skimpily clad women in the corner.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 10, 2007 22:00:24 GMT -5
Memnoch smiled and nodded. He went up and grabbed his hat. Listening to her talk to the man. Finding her not use his real name. A smile spread across his full velvets as he noticed the man going over to the loose women in the corner. Finding himself at the door he brought his eyes to her and then pointed to the door. Then opening it and going into the breeze of outside.
His mind switched over to wondering where his twin was. If she saw them, then he wouldn't see Elizabeth and he would have to go and tell her dear aunt that she died. So he made sure she wasn't around and waited for Elizabeth. [/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 11, 2007 10:05:30 GMT -5
Elizabeth grinned. Yes, all men where the same. They all could be placated with sweet talk, and promise of another meeting. Shaking her head, she gathered her skirts around her and stood.
She took several strides toward the door, but was interrupted by a rowdy man who grabbed at her skirt, that one motion caused his entire table to erupt into uproarious laughter. Muttering curse words under her breath she stepped down on the mans foot with the heel of her heeled boots. The hand receded, and she continued on her way, out of the pub.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 11, 2007 13:21:16 GMT -5
Memnoch listened to the whispers of the passing by people. Some meet his eyes while other wouldn't look at him. It was hard to walk down the sidewalk without some woman touching him. Batting her eyelashes at him. When he was a younger man, he took advantage of that. Then when he got older, he didn't want woman who just left. He grew a heart and he got it broken plenty of times.
Hearing a riot in the pub he was going to go in when she came out. The blues sparkled lightly then he stepped to the side to let her walk. Then he began the walk to the local garden. Looking back to her, "So Elizabeth, your reason for not telling the man my name?" He asked lightly. [/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 12, 2007 13:16:18 GMT -5
Liza looked up at him, from under her heavily fringed lashes.
"I though that, you, of all people would know."
She smiled to herself. She actually had no idea why, it was just a sort of... reflex. The man probably wouldn't even remember that she had left in about an hours time. She supposed that he would be too busy drinking in the company of scandalous women.
The street was crowded. Even late in the day, people would be shopping, and doing daily chores. She spotted the plume of a feather, attached to a hat. Heart sinking, she casually pulled a lock of hair over one eye.
As the feather moved forward, she knew for certain. Aunty Maybelle. What a surprise... She said in her head.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 12, 2007 21:44:32 GMT -5
Memnoch smirked lightly and looked at the woman beside him. A shrug brought his shoulders and and then back down sharply. "I find myself attacked with woman wishing I be with thier daughters for a five count time. Now you wish not to let anyone know." Not taking offend to it.
When he saw the woman who she called her aunt, he laughed and pulled her hand. Stealing away to a small damp alley. The light couldn't reach this part and it was slightly damp from the shower many a nights ago. Laughing as he held on to her hand and stole her away. Finally finding himself at the end he turned to look at her. The childish grin still held upon his velvets. "Lose her did we?" [/center][/color] (ooc:If you don't wish that she followed him that's fine!^^)
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Post by Liza on Feb 13, 2007 19:00:15 GMT -5
A quicksilver smile slid across her face. Her blue eyes alight with a happy expression, for it had been a while since she had found someone like him. Yes her skirts whee dusty, and her boots covered in street sludge, but she was happy. " Yes, we did. "
Back in the street, the woman's expression was worried. She could have sworn she saw her niece. Maybe Elizabeth would stop acting like a child and grow up.
Turning back to Memnoch she grinned up at him. A song playing though her head, one that she had hear as a child.
Live a little, learn a little. Thats life......
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 14, 2007 21:39:32 GMT -5
[centerThe smudge was covering his boots and he really didn't care. The blue eyes looking at the woman who they had rushed into the ally to get away from. The words she spoke made him laugh. It was silly and he enjoyed the childish way of the this adventure.
The black hair had curled at the edges and was in his face. The blue pools held sparkles in them that had not been there in awhile. "That was a little fun." Looking around he noticed how there was no homeless in the ally. A smirk spread across his face. Bringing his bodice closer to his.[/center][/color]
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Post by Liza on Feb 16, 2007 17:43:45 GMT -5
Another smile crossed Elizabeth's face. Times with Menmoch seemed so care free. She shook out the street dusk for the folds of her skirt. But that alone was a silly action, they where still in the streets, and most likely she would acquire more grime before she re-entered the William's Home.
Just then she noticed how blue Menmoch eyes where. Very unlike her own, which seemed to shift from shades of aqua, to a silvery blue, to deep blue. It all depended on her mood.
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