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Post by Madeleine Fontaine on Nov 24, 2012 14:14:25 GMT -5
Madeleine had, of course, noticed his apparel. It endeared her to him, that he took some pride in his appearance and at least was not wearing rags. She could not quite trust him, not yet, but she could listen and learn something from what he said. His comment about being trapped here did not make her at all happy. She pressed her lips together, chewing on the inside of her cheek and looking around. She rather wanted to scream, ask why in the world she had been brought here, what she had done to deserve this, but she didn't think that was proper, especially in current company.
When he leaned towards her, she raised one eyes in response, debating for half a second the best way to reply. It was clear that he was speaking to her in such fashion because she was, clearly, a lady and that had not gone unnoticed. No harm in a little flirting, if it got her her way...She had never been above that sort of thing. She gave a demure little smile, lifting her spoon to take a drink, her eyes peering up from beneath thick lashes in a coquettish gaze, "Thank you, monsieur...I am much obliged to you..."
Still trying to keep her composure, she stood, running a hand over the table as she did so, needing something steady beneath her fingers lest she faint, though her discomfort showed not a bit in her face. "I would appreciate it greatly if you would show me to my room now...I have quite a bit to take in, after all..."
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Nov 24, 2012 16:26:07 GMT -5
Madeleine stood up, seeming to be upset at the fact that she would have to stay here. Erik always felt sorry for those for whom he knew it would be difficult to get used to living at the mansion. Not that it was easy for anyone to discover that they were a prisoner at the manor.Erik always tried to make it as easy as possible for them. The ghosts, he had to admit, had done a fine job of designing the suites and lairs for the residents. Of course, why they had been brought here and why they could not leave were things no one but the spectres were privy to.
"Come then, my dear, we have a bit of walking to do." Erik walked with her again, taking her through the long corridors again, this time pointing out to Madeleine some of the priceless treasures displayed in the mansion, none of them under lock and key. Erik smiled to himself. The ghosts knew it was not likely anyone would steal any of these treasures, for where could they go with them? Everyone would know who had taken them if someone did so, and they certainly couldn't go far with the treasures.
Soon they arrived at the women's dormitories. Erik held the large wooden door open and glanced down one of the halls where there were many doors facing the hallway. Most of them had names etched on elegant little plaques.
"So, my dear, let us look for your suite. It will already have your name on it and then we shall see what type of suite has been prepared for you. Unless you wish to regard it alone..." Erik smiled. He wasn't sure what type of sense of humour this woman had, or if any at all...
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