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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:07 pm
The evening was still young. The soft glow of the fading sky draped everything in a golden glow and the chill of night was just starting to seep into clothes and under closed doors. Phillipe had made it a leisurely walk to the designated tailer, enjoying the night air.
On Greta's door there was a polite but firm knock. And Phillipe, dressed in a long strangely fashioned coat and three cornered hat, stood on the other side of it with a moderately sized package carried in his hands.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 6:07 pm
Grete jumped. Was she supposed to meet someone? Had she forgotten about something? She got up from her chair and glanced around her trailer, looking for any notes that she had scribbled out, just in case she did forget something.
Realizing that it had been a few minutes since there had been a knock on her door, she decided to open it. And that she did, and she opened it wide, her fragile figure framed in the door.
"Hello?" she asked, a bit quizically, "Is that for me?" She asked, pointing at the package, her eyebrow arched.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:04 pm
Phillipe stood on the doorstep all the while and was almost ready to walk away when the door opened. He turned and quickly took his hat off in a casual but courteous gesture. "Ah, Mamzel Grete? Wi, this is pour you. I was told to bring it."
He offered out the small soft package to her with a stiff nod and a tight smile and glanced quickly at her slight frame and appearance. "I am Phillipe LaBauve, I am new 'ere....I hope I 'ave no' disturbed you...?" His accent was thick and might make it difficult for his words to be understood.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:09 pm
Grete half-smiled at this man taking his hat off to her. It was polite, and something that you don't see everyday. She took the package from him, and squinted at it, turning it over and over again, trying to find a label, or some clue as to what it was.
"Thank you," she said, obviously deep in thought, as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She slowly walked inside of her trailer, but left the door open as in invitation to come in. She tried to find something to open it with, and she began to dig through different drawers to find a tool.
"Excuse me? Phillipe?" she asked softly, "You don't happen to know who this is from, do you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:55 pm
Phillipe nodded and stepped closer into the doorway but didn't enter her trailer. His period's proper etiquette was still ingrained in his behavior. It certainly wasn't 'proper' to enter a refined woman's room when she was alone.
Scarlett, however, had been another matter all together....
Brushing the thoughts of the other woman aside he shook his head at Grete's question. He spoke into the trailer, leaning in enough to hold a conversation without being rude. "Non, Mamzel, it was passed to mwa by someone w'o only said to pass it to you. T'was a man..."
He thought back to try to recall their appearance. Were Grete to get the package opened, the contents would be something silky, slinky, scanty and most certainly not proper in the least. But also it definitely was never Grete's to begin with...where did it come from?
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 8:21 am
Grete continued to search through her trailer-home, in a desperate attempt to find something to open the package with. She kneeled down to open some of the lower cabinets, and then looked up to Phillipe.
"Do you happen to have anything?" She looked down into the cabinet, and gasped in delight, "Ha! Nevermind, I've got something."
What she'd found was a small, retractible knife, that she quickly flicked open, and then she tore into the small package, with a force that seemed a bit surprising from the way she looked.
Grete turned around, and placed the knife on a shelf before she turned back to the package. She delicately ripped it open, and picked up it's contents. Realizing that she had company, she quickly began to blush, and then shoved the garmet back into it's package.
"Ha..," Grete turned back to Phillipe, still blushing profusely, "I'm a bit flattered, you know, that someone would want me in this, but erm..." She added another weak laugh to her joke, and then walked from the other end of her trailer to where Phillipe was standing, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at him.
"And you say," she began, her voice trembling a bit, "That you don't remember the man that told you to give this to me at all?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:42 am
Phillipe was about to offer his help when the slender woman found a way to open it for herself. The contents were clearly just as shocking as they were to Grete, his jaw dropped open a moment before he snapped it shut.
He looked a combination of indignant and embarrassed, quickly averting his eyes from the package. "Mamzel, pardon, ah did no' t'ink I was bringing you such a t'ing-....had ah nown-" He shut his mouth quickly, in an effort to stop his stammering and simply bowed. "Pardone."
His cheeks were an odd sort of dark when he righted himself, the kind of color that could only be a blush. It was only pride that forced him to look at the woman straight on. "'e 'ad a hat pulled low....'e was taller t'an mwa..."
"Ah...I t'ink, par'apse....." He DID recall that the man was smiling quite a bit, as though trying to stifle a laugh. "Par'apse we 'ave been taken por a ride?" At the last he managed a stiff and embarrassed half-smile while his free hand smoothed over his braided hair.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:51 am
Grete's eyes lowered to the ground. She nodded slightly, and sat down. Taken for a ride...of course.
"I didn't think that you did it, you know. No need to apologize," she said, a bit quietly, "You know, considering that you're so polite that you won't even come inside," she added, with a smirk on her face.
Then, Grete tried to think of who would send her this. There hadn't been anyone that she remotely recalled that strongly disliked her, or that she had upset. And it's not like she was in a relationship, or anything. She heaved a sigh, and looked back up at Phillipe, realizing that there had been another bit of silence between them.
"I wish I knew who it was," she mummbled slightly, deep in thought, trying to hold back things that she wanted to say, but figured that she shouldn't in front of someone who she'd just met. A long string of profanity wouldn't exactly be inviting.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:12 pm
Relief flooded over his face, "Ah, merzi. On mah word, I would never ." Managing a slight rueful smile, "An...Ah'll come in if Mamzel want but w'ere I ahm from it does ah good lady no sa'vice to be be'ind closed doors wit' a man..."
This woman didn't strike Phillipe as the burlesque sort, not like Scarlett....
"If you are worried I can keep mah eyes open for t'e man. If I see 'em I will make sure to pass t'is on to you." It really was the least he could do since he'd been made a part of the prank. Then again...maybe it had been to embarrass him?
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:44 pm
Grete shrugged slightly. Her gaze fell over the small brown package again.
"You can come in if you want, just whatever you want to do," With a bit of a mischevious smile, Grete picked up the slinky black lingerie. She walked over to her full-length mirror and cleared her dirty clothes from hanging on it. She then pressed the small piece of silk to her, as if to see what it would look like, were she wearing it.
"If I find him," She said slowly, looking at her reflection, "I'll be sure to be wearing this. And then make a fool out of him, in front of all of his friends. If he has any. Ha!" She smiled, and scrunched her hair a bit, "I'd play all alluring and sexy and such, and then completely shoot him down. Revenge can be a bit fun, no?" She threw the small bit of clothing aside, and began to walk over to a cabinet.
"I hope you don't think I'm some sort of whore or something, now," Grete said as she got on tip-toes to open the cabinet, "Because I'm not. Would you like a glass of water or something? I'm getting some myself." As soon as Grete opened the cabinet, a small glass fell from it and shattered.
Bending down to the ground and cursing, softly, under her breath, Grete started to pick up the glass. Suddenly, she jumped up, and inhaled sharply. She had cut herself in the middle of her right hand.
"Ow," She said, staring at her hand, "Do you know how I should treat this? Do I need to rinse it off or? Oh, no. What if there's glass in my hand?" Grete began to worry, as injuries always made her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:43 pm
Phillipe wanted badly to clutch the doorway and his heart at the same time. These women! He had certainly had his heart jostled several times already now that he was a part of the Cirque, when would he get used to it!?
Averting his eyes from her 'show' he shook his head slowly and had to smile to himself. He really had be thrown from hell into heaven hadn't he? He chuckled but like a gentleman kept his eyes averted.
"Miz Grete, ta give a man sucha sight and turn 'im away would surely be cruel. Mein....he does no' desarve to see such a t'ing to begin wit'."
Glancing at her once he was sure the lacy object had been cast aside he shook his head, "Non, non, no' at all. Slowly ah realiz' t'at ta women 'ere are just fo'ward....sadly, ah believe I did Miz Scarlett a disservice....I did not understand t'is and made 'er weep..." His eyes looked away, briefly remembering what had happened.
At Grete's exclamation he stood up straighter and finally entered her trailer. "Ah, allow me?...." His own hands were cool to the touch when he gathered her smaller hand up. Peering at it he gently dabbed at it with his handkerchief. "It is 'ard to see....let us rinse it...?"
He glanced around looking for some water or even a basin...
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:17 pm
Grete was a bit alarmed at how he had just decided to take care of her. It was a bit of a strange feeling. Being taken care of, that is. She glanced at his larger hands. They were a bit cold, actually.
"There should be a pitcher over there. It's blue," She pointed to the counter-top, and she glanced down at her hand, and his handkerchief. It was now bloodied, and Grete felt a wave of guilt. Ruining something of Phillipe's hadn't exactly been on her schedule.
"I'm really sorry about your hankie," She said, as she stared at her hand, worried.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:05 pm
He shook his head and tsked with a small smile. "It is jus' cloth, it'll wash, non?"
"Hmm, a little wata' some clean bandage...you'll be good as new Mamzel." Getting the pitcher he wet down another corner of his handkerchief and pressed gently on the wound. "Pardone, if t'is 'urts, mah apologeez. I mus' check fo glass...."
Looking at it carefully he didn't see anything out of sorts but then again small slivers may take time to show themselves. He smiled teasingly while looking over her cut, "Do ah make you na'vous? Mamzel is droppin' t'ings 'round me. You seem ta be too graceful a lady for such t'ings..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:14 pm
Grete flinched as Phillipe pressed against the cut, but she smiled at everything that he had said. It kept her mind off of the cut. She decided that she couldn't look at it anymore: blood made her a bit whoozy.
She decided to look up at him, as he tended to her hand, and as she spoke to him. Anything so she wouldn't have to see her hand. Or see thee bloody handkerchief, and then feel even worse.
"Well, I hope it'll wash out. I'm not really...good with those sort of things. Getting stains out, and such," Grete laughed at him teasing her.
"You think I'm graceful, eh? Well, thanks, I suppose. I guess I'm just," she stopped, to think of a word, "naturally nervous?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:11 pm
"Naturally nah'vous?" He said incredulously, "Ah suppose but...you 'no you don't have to be nah'vous 'round a gentleman, non?" He didn't mention that he wasn't exactly as gentlemanly as he seemed...no need to keep her nervous. But he did say it in a teasing fashion, his lips quirked into a lopsided smile.
"Now, Mamzel Grete, your 'and, it jus' needs bandages...or cloth..." Phillipe looked at her again, this time with a little more scrutiny and concern. "'Ey, you need to sit? Ya lookin' a touch pale..."
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