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Post by Roselle on Oct 3, 2005 15:07:50 GMT -5
Roselle grinned and flagged George down. He may have been English, and a smuggler to boot, but he was a d@mned nice person.
He slid into the seat next to her and ordered a glass of rum, teasing her about her outfit. "You know it's safer to dress like a boy out here," Roselle protested. They both knew; they'd been over it countless times. George just liked to tease her, and she saw nothing wrong with rising to the bait. "Besides, if anyone asks, I'm Rosaire, not Roselle."
They chatted for a while longer before George slipped a few books into the canvas messenger bag at her feet. Roselle pretended not to notice, but soon after he rose, winking, and left.
Roselle kept the bag of books between her feet and decided to stay a little longer. Papa wouldn't expect her back for another hour, so she had plenty of time to kill.
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Post by marie on Oct 6, 2005 13:36:55 GMT -5
Isodel walked smilingly into the tavern, nodding at one of the barmen she knew before sliding into a chair. She was their "baby", old John's daughter, and she came often when in want of more hidden memories of her father.
"Ca va, Maurice?" she laughed, kissing the old man on the forehead and accepting the glass of milk he gave her. It was an old joke, and she drank it with pride. "How long it's been since I've come here! I've missed you so much! But so many old faces missing..."
It was true. Many of the wrinkled 'friends' of her father's had dissapeared. She frowned a little at Maurice's explanation before responding to his invitation to be introduced to a young man on the other side of the smoky room.
"You know how I feel about you and your friends setting me up." she protested, laughing. "No, Maurice. My true love will walk in and sweep me off my feet, not hang around on the other side of your bar waiting for my humble introduction." She gave him one last smile before noticing another young man sitting alone on a stool in the middle of the room. He caught her eye, and there was something about his own that she liked- so, quite decidedly, she walked over to join him.
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Post by Roselle on Oct 6, 2005 18:13:36 GMT -5
Roselle nearly bolted out of fright when the girl came over, apparently intent on joining her. "Ah, bonjour madamoiselle," she greeted, trying not to stutter, "Comme ça va aujourd'hui?"
Lord Almighty, please, please please keep her from flirting with me!
OOC: go right ahead, if you want to-- it'll be fun! *evil grin* =P
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Post by marie on Oct 7, 2005 3:16:52 GMT -5
Marie smiled. "Bien, merci. Et vous?" she waited for a moment, studying 'his' features, then grinned in understanding. "Your disguise is a skillful one, I must admit. Don't worry, it's not obvious- I have an unnaturally keen eye that spots everything it isn't meant to. Why, though? Are you running away from something?"
OOC: psml! Aww I would, but Marie isn't the flirting type. d**n! Btw, r u Kiwi by any chance?
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Post by Roselle on Nov 6, 2005 12:27:59 GMT -5
Roselle choked on her drink, eyes going wide as she coughed and fought to breathe. "Excuse me?"
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Post by marie on Nov 7, 2005 11:42:12 GMT -5
She tilted her head to one side knowingly as she patted her on the back to stop her choking. "Why would you dress up like a man?" she repeated, her voice still quiet.
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