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Post by marguerite on May 12, 2012 18:43:37 GMT -5
Josephine was a tad bored. Though she wandered the halls of the Manor for what seemed like a daily dull routine. The inhabitants were entertaining nevertheless but still, she had no luster for frightening or pestering the newly acquired residents. And haunting people was her favored past time.
Pacing the Throne Room with a long face. Realizing she was just not in the haunting mood as of late. No doubt there was something wrong with her. It wasn't as if there were no handsome or mysterious men to spook. She had plenty to choose from in fact. Both masked and unmasked.
So what was bringing her so down in the dumps? Leaving her to give these new Manor occupants a break from her havoc? She had to think of something to do. Especially with the handsome residents. Already she toyed with Lenoir, who was not as much fun as she thought. However, she'd still try to play with him nevertheless.
With a furious groan and an annoyed sigh, "Jack Darker, where ever have you gone, you sly sniveling crock you!" hissing through her teeth. Jack was a joy to toy with. Even his unusual appearance made for a rather interesting time when the two of them were face to face.
King Will was another story. And though she often tries to disobey him, she still dares not cross the line.
She continued to pace the Room as though a caged tiger awaiting it's next meal.
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on May 15, 2012 18:07:31 GMT -5
Meg was not only lost, but running. What she was running from, she didn't know, only that it scared the bejeesus out of her. She heard voices echoing all around her, and she cursed her choice of a long skirt for that day. She was tripping and falling, and in her panic to get away from that thing, that ghost she assumed it was, she barely noticed the doors she was passing that might lead her to salvation.
She came upon the foyer just as she was picked up in the air by something not of this world. She screamed, and the thing dropped her. Meg gasped as some of the cuts on her hands were reopened upon impact. She looked up at the shadow and rushed to the door to try and push her way out of the mansion. The doors were locked!
Her hair was being picked up by invisible hands. Why her?! she thought as she slapped them away. She ran from the entrance and found herself at another set of doors that she'd never seen before. She flung herself inside and slammed the door shut. It banged behind her, and her arms spread across the mahogany to hold her tormentor back.
She was elated to see that the room wasn't empty. There was a woman pacing in the middle of what appeared to be a throne room. "Please, help me! This... this thing, this ghost is after me!"
And just like that, the banging stopped. Confused, Meg looked at the door behind her. She turned around and peaked outside. There was nothing.
She sighed with relief. She looked back to the woman and made her way over after closing the door. "I-I'm very sorry, it's just I was so terrified. Do--Do you have any idea why we're here?" she asked, assuming she was kidnapped like her.
However, Meg noted the woman's strange, rather old looking clothing, much older than her own time. Meg was befuddled, but knowing that she was from "Monsieur Lenoir's" and other's futures made her feel anything could be possible. For all she knew, this woman's name could also be Christine, maybe even Meg!
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Post by marguerite on May 17, 2012 16:34:05 GMT -5
All the while she was pacing with such furious steps as though marching before a General or Emperor, trying so hard to figure out what she will do to inspire herself once again to torment the Manor occupants. Though they seemed to be doing a fairly great job at getting themselves into more trouble which was of course great entertainment and no doubt fodder to be used in the future. The idea made her lips curl into a wicked smirk.
Twisting around upon the sound of the door slamming. Her ringlet curls flared out in unison with the skirting and draping of her mid-17th century dress. Though it didn't startle her by any means, she was rather surprised to see someone other than King Will and Jack. Soon enough that surprise melted away into a wicked smirk as she relaxed to a poise of playful intent. "Well, well," she began with that sultry, playful, melodious voice. Those dark eyes swirled with unsettling delight at the prospective enjoyment this woman could give her. "Isn't this a delightful surprise."
Gliding closer to the blonde woman, those curls bounced and rippled with each step while the silk of the gown rustled softly. Looking over this young woman as though she were something she was going to purchase. As she approached Meg, the air significantly and noticeably became colder.
Once she was face to face with the living woman, those deep dark eyes shifted to look upon Meg's face while still keeping that wicked smirk. That smirk melted away into playful innocence with a sad look in that vicious dark eyes. "Something is after you? A ghost?" Still leading the poor woman on, " my, my. That is simply awesome. They can be rather... tempermental." Unfurling her fan and began to flick rock her wrist to fan herself. Stirring up the air to make it colder and charged. "There simply is no escaping them," she informed the blonde with a pout that melted into a sly grin. "Who knows what their intent is and why you or anyone else have been brought here." That sly grin continued to grow into an even more wicked grin than before. Followed by a brief throaty snicker.
Slowly she began to circle Meg, keeping the air around them cool as she drew so much energy from all around. Not saying a word while those piercing dark eyes gazed hard into Meg's eyes. Continuing to flick and rock her wrists to fan herself. Or was she trying to stir up something other than the air to make it colder? Whatever it was, Meg most likely was not safe!
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on May 19, 2012 17:40:11 GMT -5
Something rubbed Meg the wrong way the woman opened her mouth. She never liked people like that, who could make you cringe the moment you met them and make you feel like you're ten times smaller than you actually are. The way the woman looked at Meg... it was cold.
Speaking of cold, the temperature around her suddenly dropped just as the woman approached her. She clutched her arms and shivered, but let them fall when she realized how rude she was being. If there was only one thing her mother taught her right, it was how to be polite. "Pardon me, but do you know the ghosts, Madame?" she said. She brushed some hair behind her ear and curtsied a bit, almost assuming the woman was royalty from her beautiful clothes. "My name is Marguerite Giry, but my friends call me Meg..." she said warily, not sure if the woman cared to know her name or not.
Again, the air got colder as the woman circled her round and round. It was as if she was analyzing her, like a lion stalking its prey. Meg gulped. Had she walked into the lion's den just after escaping the buzzards of the desert?
"I-I didn't catch your name..." she asked, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "And what is this place, anyway? Is this really a palace if there's a throne room here?" she wondered.
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Post by marguerite on May 19, 2012 20:56:23 GMT -5
As she encircled Meg with those piercing dark eyes, soaking in the image of the young woman with that dark curious intent.
"Marguerite," rose her brows along with her sultry sing-song voice. Interesting at now learning the girl's name. Oh, foolish one, she thought. Was she truly that naive to trust her with the name? Let alone being in her presence? tsk tsk, she thought.
"What an interesting name, Meg," as she turned her head away from the girl but still continued to fan herself.
The smirk faded as she shot a daggers glare at Meg at the fact she didn't give the woman her name. She'd play with this little sweet tart before frightening her to death... perhaps.
"Rather bold of you to come in here," as the slight smirk returned, glancing over her should as she turned away from Meg and strode away from her. "Yes, this is a Throne Room," she exclaimed rather wryly, "Nothing too extravagant. Rather bland is it not?" Glancing about as she walked for about 2 paces slowly in a sensual glide.
"Ghosts?" She chimed with her back still to Meg. "Do you not believe in ghost, Meg Giry?" As she twisted around at her 27th step away from Meg. Those dark piercing eyes seemed to want to draw in the woman.
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jun 18, 2012 10:48:41 GMT -5
The way the woman repeated Meg's name was spine-tingling. Again, she felt as if she was being stalked by something ominous. The way the woman looked like she was about to pounce was the same way men looked at her back at NYC. It had been disgusting, and the vultures were nothing but scum.
However, this woman had to have ulterior motives. Meg was not blind to how she was acting. Hell, she'd acted like this before. But this woman was detached, as if she had no motive other than to be... well... To Meg she was slimy. She didn't like her gaze one bit.
And what was with the outfit? I mean, if she was taken from her life long ago, that would make sense (though it very well shouldn't), but... she acted as if she owned this place. If she lived here already... This didn't make any sense. And what did she have against Meg?
"Rather bold of you to come in here," she said of Meg's hideaway. Meg shrugged, shaking her head as she continued to speak of the room. "Look, I didn't mean to intrude, I was... just scared, that's all. I-I'll leave."
She started to back up, but the woman mentioned the ghosts again. "Ghosts... I used to not believe in ghosts... But then I met a man, who changed my mind..." she mused, thinking of her past with Mister Y, even though the future with him was plainly in sight.
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Post by marguerite on Jun 25, 2012 10:26:44 GMT -5
Scared? This girl was scared? Granted, one she was no girl but a pretty young woman and two, oh, she'd not see the definition of scared yet!
Brief raising of the brows and turning of the head, as she took one step towards her, "Leave? When the fun is just about the begin? I think not." A wicked smirk cross her blood red lips and her dark swirls seemed to draw upon the living woman's soul.
After taking two slow steps almost like a dance she stopped and turned to her right with a slight glare at the blonde, "Yeeeesssssss," she drew out with a malicious undertone to it. "They have a ... tendency... to do that, don't they?" Men. Always seemed to be her accursed weakness.
Picking back up her very slow pace, glancing at the ground before looking back at Meg, "I'm not talking about a mere fascade of a wannabe phantom," She nearly snickered at the idea of this Erik pretending to be something he truly was not ... not yet at least. When he truly became a ghost, then he will understand what sort of 'life' it was.
Turning to face Meg, she took one step slowly then in a blur, as if someone has pressed a fast forward button then resumed normal play, she was standing before Meg with those dark swirling haunting eyes and a rather eerie smile. "I'm talking about real ghosts, my dear." Raising a hand as though to touch her at the base of the neck, "the sort that can either make you simply cold," and touched Meg's neck with a freezing sensation, "or even... take your breath away and possess you with pain!" her hand then disappeared into Meg just as she vaporized into a ball of small light and slipped into Meg to torture her, numbing her thoughts and brain, to make her feel as though she were being ripped apart from the insides, breathless, and even wicked like she was not herself then that ball of light shot from her as quickly as it entered her.
Materializing again several paces away from Meg, those dark haunting swirls locked upon the blonde with no smile but a wicked gaze. "There are Ghosts here!" her voice like a loud echoing whisper.
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jun 30, 2012 12:53:50 GMT -5
Suddenly, the woman and her words were in front of her. When had she moved to stand so close? Why was she raising her hand? The cold she'd felt earlier amplified and she shuddered loudly, her teeth chattering.
When the woman touched her neck, her throat burned. Her touch was so frigid, so ice cold that it felt like fire, and her knees almost buckled to the ground in the split second she touched. Then it stopped when she released her hand, and she was merely cold again. Meg's lips trembled at the woman before her. She could hardly hear the woman's words anymore, she was simply dizzy.
Suddenly, the woman-- no, Meg had known all along she was a ghost-- turned into a ball of light and went through her. If she had thought her throat was on fire, well now her whole body was a volcano. She felt as if her limbs were being ripped from her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head in pain, and she wished to sink to the ground, but this hidden force was keeping her feet on the ground. She sobbed tears that felt like blood, thick and putrid, but when she touched her cheeks there was only clear wetness, the presence of rain. She couldn't breathe. She kept trying to catch breaths, but she couldn't breathe.
Again, the fire and the pain was gone, just like that! Meg stumbled back and sank to the ground, clutching her throat and her chest with quick, heavy breaths. She stared wide eyed at the woman before her.
"There are Ghosts here!"
Meg shook her head, scrambling to her feet and backing away to the door. "I haven't done anything to you, why would you hurt me?!" she cried.
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Post by marguerite on Jul 5, 2012 15:39:54 GMT -5
It was an absolute utter delight to see this woman like a trembling whipped dog on the floor just whimpering in fear. She smirked while gazing down at Meg, coming into a full solid form now making the room colder as she drew so much energy. "Hhuuuuurrt you?" dragging out the first word almost in a rising sing-son manner that was utterly haunting in the worst way. "I haven't yet hurt you, you precious little tart. That was merely a little sample of what a ghost can do." Then laughed.
Pacing around the woman with those dark swirling eyes, looking as though she were going to pounce upon her and devour her!
"There's something... about you though." Watching Meg with interest as she slowly circled her. "Yeeessss," drawing out the word again in wicked delight. "A twinge of jealousy! You..." She stopped and gazed at her with wide, amused eyes. " Ooooh, my dear!" A loud snicker of the snottie sort. "Oh, I shall help you get him." She saw that image of a man. Just like the one she's been tormenting and had taken a fancy towards. "You would like that, wouldn't you? To have your.... Mr Y ... fall in love with you?"
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