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Post by Lili Walser on Jan 24, 2012 19:47:14 GMT -5
At least she didn't think he could feel her trembling... She didn't want him to feel as though she didn't trust him. It was just that she was so shaken from the explosions from before... and then... H-He thought it was Ruthians... and... and... Mutti... Vati...
His question to her had her looking up at his shape in the dark, and nodding. "J-Ja. I... I'm... I-I'm all right." She just hoped that he couldn't hear the worry and fear in her voice. She kept her voice quiet, but didn't whisper, knowing that whispers carried farther on the night breeze than normal voices would, for whatever reason. Vati had told her that once.
"Th-The easy part...?" Oh, dear. What... o-oh... Running? But... But she didn't... she wasn't a fast runner... it wasn't lady-like... it wasn't proper to run! And... and certainly, it wasn't proper to be in stocking-feet! But... well... it hadn't been proper to disobey her guardian, either... She may as well end the night with how she'd begun it. "J-Ja... I... I suppose... I... Oh, dear..." This last was said even more softly than the rest of the statement, really meant more for herself. Hesitantly, carefully, she managed to take her shoes off, all without possibly showing an ankle, even if it was dark. She couldn't live with herself if she'd done that, no matter that he couldn't see. "I... I'm r-ready..." How was she to hold onto her shoes and her skirt and his hand and run? Goodness. She'd just have to go carefully, then...
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 28, 2012 20:11:06 GMT -5
Now. Now was the perfect time, when the grounds were empty, the street was dimmed by the cloud shielding the moon. It was entirely too soon, but they might never have a chance again.
Francis crouched down and pulled off Lili's shoes. "I'm afraid we have to go now." His voice was apologetic as he gripped her hand again. "Careful, and be quick!"
A split second's glance around assured Francis that there were no strange shadows or other figures. Without another word, he tugged his companion toward the gate, keeping their footsteps swift and soundless as he unlocked the barrier and dashed out into the street.
He made sure to skirt around the street lamps' light, keeping to the shadows. So close now...
But his ears picked up a rustle against the cobblestones, and Francis' heart stopped.
Oh no.
Francis pulled on Lili again, now desperate to get off the street.
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Post by tomatepirata on Jan 29, 2012 23:46:36 GMT -5
“I could tell. Will you be alright? Is there a coach here to take you home?” He held her shoulders, remembering how inappropriate it was for him to be holding her so close. Though now that he thought about it she didn’t really have much for him to be doing something inappropriate with. Not that he would in the first place.
Clearing his throat, Toni smiled at her. “I need to find my friend and make sure he’s okay. This was his party.”
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Jan 30, 2012 0:37:34 GMT -5
Feliks shook his head. His nerves were slowly calming as he responded, "No, I took a taxi here."
He could feel Toni's awkwardness with being so close. Squaring himself on his feet, the blonde took a step back. "Oh you're a friend of Francis'?" As he pushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear, he felt the straps of his mask. Now that the party was over it was more of a nuisance then anything; Feliks reached back and untied the bow that held it in place, letting the mask slip down off his face. He peered up at the Spanish man, "Do you think there will be any more explosions?"
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Post by thehero on Feb 3, 2012 1:12:22 GMT -5
An excited grin smeared across his face as the young Ruthian spotted his prey. Carriage and all tore down the street with his haste, harshly rounding the corner, closing in on the goal.
Alfred had been irked when one of his men came flying from the mansion, another from the grounds to report the whereabouts of the master of the house. The first told him that Sir Bonnefoy had been lost, striking the boy's temper. However, that flame was quickly calmed as the other reported that the lord was trying to escape by foot, taking a young woman with him. They had to do this, and it had to be done right now. It was such a perfect opportunity. Quickly getting which direction to head into from the man that saw them, Alfred sat only long enough for both of them gather into the carriage before making haste to catch up.
He rushed the horse, quickly gaining on the two trying to flee. As they drew close he rounded the horse in front of the duo, leering down on them as his two associates burst from the carriage, grabbing for the girl. Jumping down Alfred, let out a short huff of laughter, throwing a punch straight into the noble's pretty lil face. "Move!" He ordered the men, wondering just how hard it was to kidnapping such a petite thing. Quickly though, he returned his attention to Lord Bonnefoy, not taking his eye off his adversary for long. Such things could make the difference between success and failure.
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Post by Lili Walser on Feb 3, 2012 14:20:44 GMT -5
Lili's cheeks flamed red as Francis assisted her off with her shoes. Thank goodness it was dark... he... he can't have seen anything. Well... that meant that she wouldn't have to worry about carrying her shoes and holding her skirt and holding onto his hand and running all at once... that could have been disastrous. "Careful and be quick!" He whispered to her, gripping her hand tightly. Her own fingers tightened around his in response, afraid that if he lost his hold, she'd fall. As they ran, as swiftly and silently as possible, Lili managed to gather her skirts so that she didn't trip. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, both from fear and from the unusual activity of running.
And then they were into the street... she could see the shadows that would keep them safe on the other side... They were almost there... and then she could go home and apologize to Gilbert over and over again for disobeying him and promise to never do so again...
But it wasn't to be. She heard the same noise Francis had, and picked up her pace as well as she was able - but it was no use. The horse and carriage swerved and stopped in front of them, blocking their path. "F-Francis..." Her voice was soft, tremulous. What were they to do? She was as close to him, and closer than was proper, but even that didn't save her when the two men burst from the carriage and grabbed her.
"N-No! L-Let me go!" She struggled against them, clinging to Francis' hand for as long as she could, twisting against their hold. If they separated them, if they... sh-she'd... She'd not make it home, at the least. She wanted to go home. It was no use, however... there were two of them, and they were a lot stronger than one petite noblewoman. Her fingers slipped, then slid free of Francis' hand, even as she reached for him again in vain. "F-Francis!"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 3, 2012 15:26:46 GMT -5
The ensuing events passed in a heart-pumping, panicked blur for Francis. The horse that suddenly appeared before them had completely thrown off Francis' attention, and so he saw the punch coming too late. He had only manage to turn his head a fraction to avoid permanent damage.
The next thing he knew, Lili had disappeared from his side, and her fingers were slipping from his -
"No!" he cried, frantically grasping at her hand.
But the strength of two burly Ruthians were too much for Francis. Lili was wrenched from him and he fell to the ground, feeling sick as he watched Lili vanish into the carriage and the door close.
"Lili!" Francis stood shakily and hurried after the carriage, willing his aching legs to go faster. "Lili! Let her go, you barbarians!"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Feb 4, 2012 9:32:25 GMT -5
A split second later, and an arrow went flying in the direction of the cabin. A moment after that, a figure tackles Alfred to the ground, snarling, a knife poised.
Arthur had heard rumours of their being trouble tonight at the Bonnefoy mansion. And while he usually passed rumours off, he... he couldn't risk it this time. So he'd remained in the shadows, not bothering to appear in disguise, and had hidden in the trees.
Up until he'd seen Francis get assaulted, that is. He'd shot an arrow towards the men trying to bungle -- that familiar girl -- into the carriage, and then one of them had proceeded to punch Francis. Arthur wasn't having any of it.
They both crash backwards, and Arthur raises his knife, poised to kill without mercy. The blade is literally inches from his throat before he halts in place, eyes wide. It took a moment, but recognition finally sunk in, this close up.
"Alfred?!" He spits, half horrified, half murderous.
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Post by tomatepirata on Feb 6, 2012 21:28:33 GMT -5
Antonio frowned thoughtfully, looking around. “There might be…” He didn’t want to leave the poor woman alone. Francis was a big boy and it wasn’t like there was anyone else he would be worried about at the party. Gil didn’t come to these things often and Lili probably didn’t even know it was happening. Making up his mind, Toni smiled at her. “You know, Francis is a big boy. I’m sure he’ll be fine on his own and it looks like every got out. If you don’t have a ride home would you like an escort? A lady such as yourself shouldn’t wander the streets alone looking so pretty.”
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Feb 6, 2012 21:58:56 GMT -5
Feliks fidgets, not really wanting anyone to know where he lived. Privacy was one of the blonde's most valuable assets, especially when it came to connecting Lady Scarlet and Feliks.
"But if he's your friend, we should look for him." The crossdresser moved to take the Spanish man's arm, "Where do you think he'd be?"
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