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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:51 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Frost had made his way to the punch table and was doing his best to not look suspicious. He exchanged a few pleasantries with some people he didn't recognize, but otherwise kept a low profile. Every now and then, of course, he glanced towards Heckett's table to check on the progress. This time, he caught Marguerite's eye and saw that the proverbial coast was clear. Knowing that this might be about his only chance, Captain Frost made his way to the table, just barely missing Admiral Griffin on his way. He saw the Admiral from the corner of his eye, but didn't recognize him and didn't think about it.
"Lady Heckett," Frost said in as polite a voice as he could muster, "You are looking well. I am Mr. Redford; I see you have met my wife. I have heard of your work and am supremely interested -- would you care for a dance?" He offered her his fourth smile of the evening, though he was fairly sure that she knew how meaningless it was. What really made a statement was his eyes, if she could read them. They seemed to say, Are you looking for something more interesting? |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 8:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Valerie looked up at Radley and held her fan to hide her grin, but it did little good to hide the untamed, mischievous gleam in her eyes. She felt her skin crawl as he smiled at her. It wasn't that his smile was not attractive, it was, but it was too strange, too insincere. Her eyes glanced around, she was surrounded by her enemies, not that she had any friends… She was surrounded by pirates. One Admiral was gone to fetch some punch and the other was made completely useless.
This was a trap. A well thought out, and nearly perfectly executed trap. She could have easily made a ruckus and exposed them for whom and what they were, but where was the fun in that? Valerie looked up at him in his cold grey eyes. He had something interesting planned, she could tell, and she was curious. [i]All right, give me what you got.[i] “I would be delighted,” she said, folding her fan and setting it on the table. She stood up, and glanced at Aiden. “See ya, boy-o,” she muttered with a smirk as she took ”˜Redford’s’ arm to be led out on the floor. She had grown accustomed to her corset, and found that she could move much easier with the same confidence she usually had on a ship. |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 8:44 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Aaand... in comes Marguerite's little plot bunny. Nothing that'll affect the plot too majorly, don't worry.
Marguerite watched Valerie go with Frost and allowed herself a small smile. I guess my job is done, then, she thought, and contemplated standing up. Jenny, she was certain, could handle the incapacitated Admiral Aiden. She had just risen from her seat when she felt a hand on her arm. She turned around to see Griffin standing there, a glass of punch in one hand. "Ah, Admiral," she said, inclining her head in what she hoped was a graceful gesture of acknowledgement. "I was just going to look for you." Griffin smiled, or at least his mouth did, though the look in his eyes seemed more curious than anything else. "Did you still want this?" he asked, holding out the glass. "Oh, thank you." She took it and sipped at it gingerly. It did help a little. Her throat had been dryer than she'd thought, and the cool liquid felt soothing as it went down. "How are you feeling, Mrs. Redford?" "Quite well, thank you. Much better than before, at any rate." ~~~~~ "I'm glad to hear it." Phiip paused, thinking for a moment. "Since your husband appears... busy at the moment, perhaps you would favor me with a dance, Mrs. Redford?" "Of course." She set the punch down on the table and took the arm he offered her. He led her to the dance floor, planning to dance near Heckett and Mr. Redford-- he planned to ask her a few questions, nothing too aggressive, but he wanted to be sure she was around someone she knew. It might make her more comfortable, he thought. Apparently he was wrong. As soon as she saw where they were headed, Mrs. Redford began to pull him in the opposite direction. He followed her lead, giving no indication that he'd noticed, though it made him wonder at her relationship with her husband, if she didn't even want to be near him. (He had, of course, noticed the way she'd arrived at the table seperately from her husband, and when Mr. Redford arrived he hadn't even greeted his own wife. Odd.) They danced in silence for a few minutes. Mrs. Redford appeared to be concentrating very hard on her own feet. Her face had gone back to its earlier paleness, he noticed, and he considered taking her back to the table so she could have some more punch and forget all about this dancing. He could ask her questions just as well sitting down as he could standing up, after all, and he had no wish to invite Mr. Redford's ill wishes by damanging his apparently frail wife. Before he could do anything, however, Mrs. Redford spoke, which he found rather encouraging. "This is a lovely party," she commented, sounding a little out of breath but otherwise fine. "It certainly is." Philip paused for a moment, wondering just how one went about asking whether she was the daughter of the prostitute his father had fallen in love with, the daughter he had vowed to find and protect. Not exactly something you come right out and say, he thought, and remained silent. OOC:I'll continue the plot bunny after you guys have a chance to do some stuff. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:20 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme I think I have about two more smiles left before I throw up. Frost was, in fact, feeling rather nauseous. He had never had any "gut instinct"-type sensations before -- sure he made educated guesses based on instinct quite often, but he'd never actually felt nauseous -- so that wasn't the cause. The only thing he'd eaten or drunk since arriving to the ball was the punch, and many people were drinking that without problems, so that wasn't it either. Since he wasn't wearing a corset or anything similarly restricting, the only other logical possibility was sickness and that was just as ridiculous. So, he decided that he was probably just allergic to such things as smiling.
The captain led Heckett out onto the floor, offering an appreciative nod to Marguerite; that was probably as much praise as he would give for anything. After the dance had begun and he was satisfied that nobody was listening, Frost began to speak. "I have a proposition," he began slowly. "I assume you've heard of Angry Grey's* lost treasure? I just might be able to find it, with your help. "You're wondering why you would help, I'm sure. For starters, you can get out of that stuffy dress and forget about rules for a couple months. I'll even 'kidnap' you so you can get back without being disowned by your Navy leash-holder." OOC: *I totally made this up on the spot, but let's pretend it's a famous legend ;)
Also, I'll probably introduce my own plot twist in the next post... give some time for Marguerite and Philip to talk. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:lol-- I like it. Angry Grey... sounds interesting. Let's see... I bet he was a 98-year-old pirate, the scourge of the seas, particularly effective because nobody felt quite right fighting a little old man. So he saved up tons and tons of treasure and hid it away, never giving any hint of its location to his several bastard children, or their children, or their children, or their children. Then one day he disappeared-- probably walked the plank on accident due to his faltering eyesight-- and his treasure was lost forever. Or so it seemed.
Heckett's Navy leash-holder was, at the moment, trying to figure out what might be the best way to ask what he needed to ask. He'd never had trouble talking to women before; he was, after all, not at all unattractive. And, more importantly, he was wealthy, which resulted in more female attention than he usually found pleasant. This one, however, didn't seem quite like the others. She lacked something, some quality that he couldn't quite place, though this lack was not necissarily a bad thing. She was less refined than the typical lady, perhaps that was it. Or perhaps it was that the way she stood reminded him somehow of Valerie-- unused to civiization. "Mrs. Redford," he said suddenly, "if it's not too terribly rude, might I inquire as to your given name?" She looked surprised, and floundered for a moment before replying, "Jennifer." He nodded, and they remained silent for another long moment. "Forgive my boldness," he said at last, "but you look very much like an aquaintance of mine. Your maiden name wouldn't happen to be Kearney, would it?" Surprise registered in her dark blue eyes, but it was gone so quickly that he wasn't certain it had even been there. "No, Admiral. My maiden name is... Johnson, actually." He raised an eyebrow. "Like the Mr. Johnson whose aquaintance I just had the pleasure of making a few minutes ago?" "Yes. He's my cousin." Philip thought about this statement for a moment. Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Redford bore absolutely no resemblance to one another... but he supposed cousins didn't always look the same. Then again, he couldn't be sure she was telling the truth. Something in her eyes screamed, lies, but he had a difficult time imagining why one would lie about something as trivial as a name. It wasn't as though he'd threatened her, verbally or otherwise, and she could have no reason to suspect that he meant her harm. Whether she was lying or not, she was married and would be taken care of; she could have nothing to lose by telling him her name. So he could only conclude that she was being truthful. She was married, after all. ...Or was she? He glanced over at Mr. Redford briefly, thinking that if they were not married, it would explain a lot about their interaction. Still, he wasn't sure. If their marriage was a lie, there was obviously something big going on here. OOC:Okay, go for it, Dan. PLOT TWISTS = <3
lol, Jenny's name was the first one to pop into her mind. Heheh... poor Marc. |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 9:52 am | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "My help?" Valerie raised an eye brow. She matched him step for step. She had gone through an intensive etiquette training period before Griffin had agreed to allow her be seen in public. " Ye pulled this whole stunt just to see if ye could get my help with some treasure huntin'? I know I could, but still ye have yer crew and Jennifer and her crew. There's more than enough brain and brawn t' get it. I'm not saying I like this dress, or my leash, but why? I profit from this in almost everyway so far; that’s too convenient. What's in it fer you?" She grinned at him. "Or maybe it's not just Grey's treasure yer after, eh Radley? Or ye lookin’ t’ get yer dirty paws on my treasure as well?"
“Well,” she nodded. “I must say ye executed this plan to near perfection, I admit I’m almost tempted to accept. Give me your word that ye’ll lay off my booty, and I’ll help ye on yer little treasure hunt. Sound good? Better answer quick, Mr. Redford ”˜cause yer cover is gonna be blown soon. Ye see, Captain, details are important.” She chuckled and looked over at Griffin who was dancing with ”˜Mrs. Redford.’ “The rings. Married couples have rings. Now, most men wouldn’t notice such things. Too thick too stupid. I don’t blame ye fer forgettin’. Unfortunately, fer ye, Griffin’s no dummy, don’t let the monkey suit fool ye, and he’s already suspicious. Better do whatever yer going t’ do before it’s too late.” |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 2:52 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:It's time for Aiden to wake up... It's been what, three turns now? xD
@Chris: Griffin would probably remember Jenny from back in the day, right? Meaning, he knew her when she was married to Aiden and went with him to stuff, but didn't keep up with her after her "mysterious disappearance" >__> "Erghrmfuckkkkk..." Aiden moaned, rolling to one side and then sitting up. He rubbed his head where that crazy cook had popped him one. No blood, but a large lump was rising, and the entire left side of his head was bruising up. Not to mention that he had a huge headache and couldn't see straight. Jenny poked him in the side of the head, right where it hurt the most. "About time you woke up, sleeping beauty." Aiden batted away her hand with his, and sent it flying. "That hurts." Jenny rubbed her hand, which had hit the table with a thud. Damn, I forgot how strong he is, She thought. Maybe I should stop messing with him- he might freaking break me in half. She pondered this for a minute. No, no... This is definitely worth the risk. "I had forgotten what a baby you were, James." "And I'd forgotten what an annoyance you were, Jennifer," He said, smirking, but twinges of pain evident at the creases of his mouth. As soon as Aiden can see straight, he's gonna kill me, Jenny thought, sighing inwardly but still smiling at the hilarious appearance of Aiden. OOC:Edited to be better and stuff. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 4:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Nah, he probably didn't keep up with Aiden too much. Considered him common rabble, unfit for a job as an officer in the Navy. Philip's a noble, after all, and not the type to completely ignore the system.
um, on another note... Philip and Marguerite are off dancing. Just so you know. ^_^; They're too far away for you to hear their conversation, or for them to hear yours. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 4:59 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Frost, of course, was unfazed by Valerie's observation about the rings. It was true, of course, that he had not noticed that small detail. On the ship, not having rings wasn't a problem; the crew wasn't nearly attentive enough to notice something like a wedding band. For the moment he chose to plow forward, flatly ignoring the rings. He could make up an excuse, of course, but wouldn't be able to convey it to Marguerite. Most likely their stories would differ, and it would generally be a much worse situation.
"I would like your help," the captain began to explain, "because you are perhaps the best pirate to own the seas. You have decidedly more knowledge of the ocean than I, and have good reason to believe that your help will be of great use in interpreting the map." Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he subtly glanced towards it. A certain lady was grinning broadly and a certain gentleman escorting her had his hand in a "thumbs-up" sign. As soon as they caught his glare, of course, they looked away and began to walk towards the exit. "I don't need you to come along," Frost continued, looking back at Valerie without any change in tone. "I have what I need. Your help would be greatly appreciated, of course. And, I thought you might like to see it for -- " It was just then that the orchestra finished the song, and someone immediately called for attention. He looked up to see a large, important-looking gentleman in a Navy uniform with a similarly large woman standing next to him. Behind that couple, he noticed, was another that looked rather... "What the bloody hell." Radley's uncharacteristic curse was drowned out by the steadily dying chatter. It wasn't particularly loud, but it was sharp and sudden enough that it readily escaped his lips, even if only far enough for Heckett's ears. "Ladies and gentleman," the large man said in a powerful, booming voice. Radley noticed that the man looked as though he was resting his arm on his own stomach. "As you surely know --" I wish to hell I didn't -- "I am Sir Admiral William Cartwright the third -- " A third larger than anyone here -- "and in the Queen's name --" Sure, because you're too huge to only use your own -- "I would like to thank you all for coming to this ball." So I can eat all the food. Frost was obviously not in a happy mood. That is, obvious to anyone who knew him: his eyes were narrowed, his jaw was set, and he had crossed his arms tightly. It was all he could do to keep his thoughts to himself. "As you also know, I have but one dear daughter, Alice -- " Yeah, you probably ate the rest -- "who is just turned seventeen. I have been hesitant to part with her -- she means so much to me -- " Sort of like an emergency plan, in case there's a bad winter -- "but now believe I have found for her a suitable husband." Radley was about to make a snide comment in his mind when he saw the other couple step forward. He straightened up and unfolded his arms. Frost did not like where this was going -- his only other brother was already a married. "We know he has done some questionable thing in this past," the second, more slender lady began. Something about her smile was insincere -- at least, Frost thought so. "Still, he has come to us begging forgiveness -- " Like hell, you old witch -- "and with promises to redeem himself -- " Lying for me, again. The woman's husband now chimed in: "He has proclaimed his undying love for Alice -- " 'He' referring to who, you asshole? -- "and his desire to support her always." Support her yourself. "This wonderful gentleman is none other than our son, Fitzwilliam Alfred Tennison Radley. And, if I'm not mistaken, he has graced us with his presence tonight." OOC: And... I'm not sure what else to add, so I'll leave it there >_>; |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:52 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:LOL-- I <3 Frost. He's freaking hilarious.
Philip glanced down at "Jennifer's" hand, which lay tentatively on his shoulder. No wedding ring, he noticed, thinking that a lot was explained by this absence. And he was entirely unwilling to believe anything the woman had to say, if she was lying about something like being married. "Your cousin, hm?" he said, quirking one eyebrow-- there was something more going on here, that much was obvious, and he was beginning to become concerned that it involved more than his father's crazy obsession with the Kearney child. "And the two of you look nothing alike. Odd." He had, of course, convinced himself that cousins did not always resemble each other-- but given the newest developments, he was quite certain that Mrs. Redford and Mr. Johnson were not related. And there was the fact that Mrs. Redford wasn't a Mrs, and Mr. Johnson was not a Mr. And the point of these lies would be... what? A free meal? Doubtful. The music stopped, and Philip released Mrs. Redford from his hold, which had become rather more tight than was proper. Not tight enough to hurt her hand, but tight enough that she probably felt she was in a position of some constraint. Not that he cared, one way or another. If she was the Kearney girl-- and his doubts were beginning to dissipate rather quickly-- he would have to make sure she didn't manage to get out of his sight. And that she didn't involve herself in anything stupid, though he suspected it was rather too late for that. "Are you all right?" he asked, suddenly concerned despite his suspicions. Mrs. Redford's face had gone a dangerous shade of white, which was even more worrying given her dark complexion. ~~~~~~~ Marguerite tried very hard to stay upright. Really, she did. But the room was tilting in a rather annoying manner, and she just couldn't seem to tell which direction was up anymore. The magnificently chandeliered ceiling kept switching places with the walls, and she couldn't keep track of it. The light of those chandeliers seemed exceptionally bright, she noticed. And had there been so many of the damn things before? She found it impossible to remember. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. The music stopped-- that fact barely registered in her mind-- and someone was speaking now, but she didn't catch any of it. Except something about an engagement, and a little part of the last bit-- Fitzwilliam... Radley? A frown crossed her face. Isn't that the Captain? she thought vaguely. If it was, she was pretty sure that somebody would notice something wrong with this whole situation, since she, Marguerite, was supposed to be-- Supposed to be what? she wondered, and decided it wasn't worth pondering... and then everything flipped itself upside down and the darkness that had been creeping around the edge of her vision all night finally overwhelmed her. Her last thought: Damn you, Captain, you tied these damned strings too damned-- ~~~~~ Philip caught her, slightly less than gracefully. He couldn't help it; she'd fallen sort of backwards, away from him, and it took a lot to catch her at all. Still, he prevented a nasty bump on her pretty little head, for which he was glad. He could only hope that his father hadn't noticed anything... if the old man caught sight of this girl, he'd surely see the resemblance immediately. And if "Mrs. Redford" thought she'd had reason to lie before, well... Lord Griffin was likely to try to smother her with kindness, which might possibly make the girl even more uncomfortable with the whole situation. People nearby turned to look at him, some of their stares curious-- Is she all right?-- and others accusing-- What did you do to her, you oaf? A few of the well-meaning ones approached and offered to help, but Philip waved them away, telling them she needed room to breathe. They backed off, forming a sort of ring around the two of them, nobody quite certain what to do. "I'll get the smelling salts," offered one, and dashed off. "Should we find a doctor?" asked another, flitting annoyingly from one side of the circle to the other. The people who'd been making their announcement looked annoyed, to say the least. It had, their eyes said, been terribly rude of that young woman to choose that exact moment to pass out; she'd fairly well ruined their joyous moment. And he, as her current dancing partner, would have done well to prevent such a display, especially at such an inopportune time. They had, after all, just finished announcing their daughter's engagement to a fine young man, and who was that same young man's wife to go and ruin everything by fainting? Just who did she think she was? Sometimes-- not often, but sometimes-- Philip found himself hating society and its petty thoughtlessness. Now was one of those very rare times. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 6:59 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:Oops >__> oh well. Well, I'll try to accomplish the same thing in this post, and I'll edit out hte unnesessary crap in the last later...
Jenny looked down at Aiden, who was moving at a snails' pace. He'll be up in a minute, but I have to use this time to help Marc, she thought. "You're too predictable, old man," she teased, pinching his nose. "You can put a pig in a suit, but he is still just a pig: lowborn and dirty to the core." This was in reference to the fact that although Aiden had gained relative prestige over his lifetime, he could never be of as high a status as a born noble like Jenny or Radley--even given their circumstances. He swatted away her hand five seconds after it had left, and grumbled, "I'ma gonna getchoo... 's soon as I c'n fuckin'... not see double..." "Yeah... Have fun with that," Jenny said, striding towards Marc and Griffin. "Move, move," She said, giving the crowd the evil eye. "For God's sake, give the lady some room! She needs to breathe!" Jenny eyed Griffin. "You back off too, Philip. I know you have a kind heart, but you cannot do a thing right now." If she would have been thinking straight, she would have realized shortly afterwards what a horrible mistake she had made. She rolled Marc over on her side, and loosened the tightly-tied strings. Hopefully there was something underneath that corset, because when loose, it wouldn't cover much. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 7:14 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Philip cocked his head to the side, looking suspiciously at Mr. Johnson. I don't recall telling him-- her?-- my first name, he thought, but stepped back.
He almost interfered when he saw the "man" undressing the lady; much of the crowd gasped at such scandalous behavior. But at least she was breathing now, which was more than he could have said before... and besides, the gentleman wasn't a gentleman at all, so perhaps it wasn't so awful. Though, of course, it was still being done in front of a sizable crowd. He imagined "Mr. Redford" wouldn't be pleased. Or perhaps he wouldn't care. ~~~~~ Air. Cool, wonderful air, flooding into her lungs so fast it made her dizzy, and she wondered that she'd never taken the time to appreciate it before. She opened her eyes slowly, sluggishly, her ribs sore but her lungs full for the first time all day. She was disoriented at best, but she was breathing again and so it was all right. "Jenny?" she said, recognizing the face above her own-- but Jenny had shorter hair now, and everything came flooding back. "I mean... Mr. Johnson." She glanced down at herself, shocked to see the exposed skin... not enough to show anything terribly important, but far too much to be decent. "Gimme your jacket," she hissed, but someone else beat her to it. "Here," said Admiral Griffin, handing her his own jacket. His expression was closed but not unkind, and Marguerite took both the jacket and the knowledge that, somehow, he knew. Not the specifics, perhaps, but he knew enough to put that cool, almost suspicious look on his face. "Mr. Johnson," she said carefully, avoiding looking at the Admiral, "I'm afraid I'm... not feeling well. Is my husband too tied up to leave immediately?" Dammit, is the Captain kidnapping Heckett or what? |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:20 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: XD thanks. He doesn't have happy memories of his parents and their grand schemes for him...
Things were not going well. That's putting it nice and comfortably, Frost mused, supremely irritated. Satan himself must have stirred his finger in this fiasco. People were too focused, looking everywhere. Marguerite had made a wonderful distraction from the wedding announcement, but it wouldn't last long. Besides, if he hoped to get his first mate and prized prisoner out without inviting a lynch-mob, he would have to dive straight into that distraction. Is this divine retribution for being a pirate? To hell with it. The captain pulled a small piece of card-stock from his pocket and palmed it. Then, he took Heckett's hand and kissed it lightly, using that as an excuse to press the paper into her hand. On it was a map and directions to walk along a particular alley if she was interested. This was his backup plan, as he suspected the possibility of outright kidnapping her might disappear. The way it had happened, though, he could never have planned for. Taking a deep breath to brace himself, he strode forcefully towards where Marc had collapsed. "Good God, man! This is a waltz, not a tango! What in Heaven's name did you do to my wife?" This was perhaps the best concern he'd ever feigned in his life. He was slightly worried, of course -- such reliable sailors were hard to come by -- but he knew she would be alright. In truth, he wasn't sure if she had faked it or not. He knelt down and placed his hand on her back in support. His jacket was half-off already when he saw her fall, but had apparently been beaten. "And you -- " he turned to Jenny -- "what are you doing to her?" Frost didn't miss a beat. Most people assumed he was the type to plan everything out meticulously, but he actually was quite good at thinking on his feet. The planning, as he would say, was thinking on his feet in advance. After all, if he couldn't do that he never would have become captain so quickly and in such an unorthodox manner. "Thank heavens she's breathing, but I should slit your throat for undressing her." His eyes showed genuine fire, but not for the reason he stated: Jenny had unspeakably injured their cover, and it would now be very difficult to leave. Very clearly, his eyes said, among other things: Quietly, get your self back to the God-blessed ship. Actually, there were much more profanities, but that part wasn't so clear -- it was Frost, after all. He wasn't known to swear. Now, Frost was really put on the spot. He had never seen his father comfort his wife -- he'd never seen his father comfort anyone, for that matter. All he could do was go from the books and hope those weren't too far from the truth. He placed his free hand on her cheek -- Am I feeling for a fever? -- and looked at her directly. She was very pale -- That's either damn good acting or I really tied that thing too tight. Judging by Jenny's stupidity, I'd say the second. Great -- but seemed to be slowly getting her color back. Frost did his best to make his face and voice seem concerned. "Are you alright? Can you stand? If you're not well, we should leave." In the meantime, Frost's and Alice's parents were beside themselves, trying to figure out what was going on and what they should do about it. They looked all around for their son, hoping to drag him up front and steal attention away from the mishap, but from where they were standing, they couldn't see much.... |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:30 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme OOC:URGH I POSTED THIS AFTER... UH. Hold on, I didn't see Dan's post...
Edited well enough, I think... >__> Jenny smiled at Griffin, a gentle smile that was a bit sad. "She will be fine now." She turned to Marguerite as she stood from the kneel she had dropped down into to untie the girl's corset. "Well... I believe that your husband is occupied at the moment with a few of the nobility who have... Shall we say... Extended him an offer they believe he cannot refuse." There were heavy footsteps behind Jenny, and a small wisp of air blew by that rustled the hairs on the back of her neck. "I did what I thought was right, okay? I was thinking of the lady's life, not the so-called rules... But, I do believe I have other matters to attend to. You had better go on ahead..." She said this directed at both Marc and Frost. Several people behind her gasped at what they saw happen next, but she was not surprised, with the shock of pain or otherwise. "You never were very discreet, James," Jenny said coolly, pulling the knife out from where Aiden had lodged it in her shoulder. "Damn, you sure stuck it in there," she muttered, as it came out with a squish. He stood there, mouth agape, as she took off her jacket and wound it around her shoulder and tied it off. Drops of blood had fallen and pooled on the floor. "That really is freaky, y'know that?" Aiden commented. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the way you just shake off something that would cripple anyone else." Jenny turned to face him. "Oh really? That's particularly ironic, I mean, considering you are the one who made me this way." As it was, it was fairly obvious that she was a woman: with the jacket off, even bound as much as possible, there was still the telltale curvature of her breasts. "The party is over," Jenny said to the crowd. "You might want to leave..." She could hear startled cries, and pattering feet, and breaking glass. And their nicknames being whispered fearfully. "Black Queen... Reaper... Hate... Married?...Indeed..." Went the patter of rumors and legends. "Really?" Aiden said with a smirk, now fully recovered, or at least seeming that way. "Y'know... it seems like the party's just beginnin'." He cast off the rediculous dress hat and heavy coat, and rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed a nearby chair and threw it at Jenny. She dodged easily by rolling to the side. The chair clattered across the room, coming to a rest at the far wall. "Dang," Jenny said, eyeing the chip it had left in the floor where she had just been. OOC:Began making their speech patterns more the way they're supposed to be xD I, uh, kinda forgot until now >__>
Tell me if anything's wierd soon so that I can fix it and shiat. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:50 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marguerite nodded, leaning her head against his shoulder, playing along as well as she could and trying hard not to mess anything up more than she already had. (She was entirely unaware that her little scene had been a welcome distraction.) "I'm sorry," she said-- it was half acting and half serious. She placed one still-shaking hand over his. "Perhaps I should get home."
She stood up carefully (all those skirts and petticoats made standing up a dangerous business) using Frost as a crutch (that part was also only half-acting; she was still a little dizzy, though with the corset untied she was quickly regaining her ability to stand.) She pulled the jacket tighter around her, wondering whether it was a good idea to give it back. That would require speaking to Admiral Griffin again, something she wasn't keen on doing, and would also leave her uncomfrotably exposed. No, she decided. It's probably better to just get out of here before anything else happens. Too late. She watched in horror as Aiden and Jenny managed to destroy what little semblance of a cover they had left. "What now?" she whispered to her "husband," turning her head to look at him, trustingly certain that he would have some sort of a plan to get them out of this alive. ~~~~~~ Philip stepped back, surprised and disgusted, as Aiden sank his knife into Jenny's shoulder. He was thinking, mostly, that this whole ball was going to hell. He was about to step in to defend the lady-- she was a lady, whether she was in disguise or not-- but stopped when he saw her reaction. Not even a flinch. He looked over at "Mrs. Redford," who was standing beside her "husband." She looked shocked, but after the earlier display he was half-expencting her to faint again. There was a lot of blood, after all, and a well-bred lady always fainted at the first sign of violence. Not a well-bred lady, then. But, he thought, a wry smile twisting his mouth... hadn't he already known that? |
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