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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:53 am
She watches him go.
Byron stalks out of the mansion.
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"I think so."
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Edan rids himself of the ratty pants he has been wearing and puts on a dark suit. "Ahh. This feels much better." He selects some shoes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:56 am
Nat follows happily. "That was fast. Had your share of fun, eh?"
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"Good."
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Whimper whimper sniff. He is such excellent conversation.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:01 am
"Don't speak." One of the servants from the mansion is holding open the carriage door. Lindsey is in the driver's seat, and Isabella is sitting inside. Byron climbs in.
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"Thank you." He hooks the pocket watch to his coat pocket.
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"There we go! Now only my hair is a mess." He snickers then sits by List. "You wouldn't happen to have a comb?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:04 am
Nat sighs, straightens his jacket, and climbs in.
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"It looks very nice."
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He shakes his head.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:10 am
When they are all in the carriage moves. Byron looks at his sister. "It's really gone? And he still wasn't wearing that damn collar?"
She nods. "Yes." He eyes shift to Nat then back to Byron. "No more until we're home."
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"Thank you." He reaches to hug her.
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"Damn. Ah well!" His hair suddenly looks well brushed. "Thanks for getting me out of there."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:13 am
"Is something wrong?"
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Hug!
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".. I am not sure where to go."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:14 am
"I'm going to die."
Isabelle frowns. "You are not going to die."
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Cling!
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"Hm? Why's that?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:17 am
"Are you in trouble?" Nat tilts his head and looks from brother to sister.
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Snuggy snug. "Want to take the rest of the day off?"
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"I wasn't told where to go."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:21 am
"They're going to murder me."
"Hush. They won't do any such thing."
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"Yes. Please."
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"Huh. Where do you want to go?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:22 am
Nat folds his arms and looks sulky.
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"Of course."
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"Where.. should I take you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:26 am
"They will."
"Stop talking like that."
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Hug.
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"Huh." He thinks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:28 am
He makes one more attempt at conversation. "Who will?"
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"Do you want to go back to Jed's house?"
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List gives him a very sad look.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:35 am
Byron shakes his head and turns to glare out the window.
Isabella gives nat a narrow look. "This is none of your concern."
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"..We can try that."
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"Do you know where my son is?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:39 am
Another little sigh. He decides he will look at his feet until they arrive.
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She nods and gets to her feet. "You should probably rest a little more anyways."
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He chews on one stumpy fingernail. "Ah.. um.. Your son."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 1:43 am
They arrive! Byron and Isabella climb out. Byron stomps back into the house. Isabella waits for Nat.
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"Probably." He slowly gets to his feet.
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"Yep. Name's Richard. Serious dark haired fellow."
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