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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 19, 2006 17:05:14 GMT -5
"I haven't seen him in months." Esme said looking straight ahead. That is a lie but she wouldn't admit to having seen him recently. "I haven't gotten mad at you about Kit have I? And I've known for years now. Why are you allowed to have other relationships?" Esme asked. This was a tricky time for her since she was about to go off with Jerome.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 20, 2006 12:14:37 GMT -5
'Fine. All I'm saying is I feel like the next thing I'll hear of is that you were secretly married to your boss in Vegas last summer and you'd 'forgotten about it.' I don't like you keeping things from me, Esmé.'
He didn't point out that although she'd never ended up in a row with him over Kit she HAD dyed her hair black, avoided him for some considerable time and made him guilty for months over it. Instead he started the car and drove away from The Rauld, deciding that it might be another long while before they returned again.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 20, 2006 15:32:30 GMT -5
"Las Vegas! Hardly." Esme said. that was so out of fashion it was almost unbearable to think about. A Vegas wedding? Esme cringed. "After being with you my wedding dress will have to be black." Esme said sarcastically. An off white would be fine.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 20, 2006 15:40:51 GMT -5
'Made your point,' he said, grinning. 'I think black's going just a little far. We aren't the Addams Family.'
The couldn't ever stay angry at each other when it came to things like this. It just seemed that neither of them could ever really take each other seriously.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 20, 2006 16:16:34 GMT -5
"We? You just said "we". I was speaking of MARRIAGE and you used a "we"." Esme said excitedly. for as long as she could remember wedding talk of out of bounds for Olaf. When they spoke of them selves in the future if a wedding was spoken of he used you and I but never we. This implied things Esme had only ever dreamed of. She wore a smug smile as Olaf wrapped his head around what she was on about.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 20, 2006 16:25:18 GMT -5
Panic was probably the only word for Olaf's emotion.
'It doesn't count,' he said slowly. 'Because we're not going to get married. You have a rich guy to marry.'
She was disappointed by the look on her face, but he made it a joke afterwards by laughing, not wanting to start another argument immediately after the other one.
'But if, by some strange turn of events that I honestly can't imagine, we do end up married, you won't be wearing white.'
His sharp tone was authorative and almost unpleasant, but this was as far as Olaf wasever drawn on the subject of a possible marriage including him. He had no problem arranging marriages and attending engagement parties or wedding ceremonies, but he hated the idea of having such a commitment to be stuck to like a marriage for the rest of his life.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 20, 2006 16:31:48 GMT -5
"Okay cream it is. With a pink ribbon...rose coloured...."Esme said quietly more to herself than to him. She was talking to the window for a few minutes.
"So... now that our evening is over what are we going to do?" Esme asking thinking of dinner.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 20, 2006 16:58:16 GMT -5
(Hanna, I'm exactly half your post count. That was random. But anyway...)
'...Do you want something else to eat? After all, you didn't get very far with that chicken...'
He stopped the car outside the dilapidated old house, running around afterwards to open her door before she did as a joke.
'And don't you have lines to learn tonight? Beatrice said she would see you at rehearsal tomorrow.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 20, 2006 17:07:41 GMT -5
"Well I already know them. I've always been good with my lines. She took his hand and pulled herself out of the car. "Thank you Sir." Esme joked and handed him a few dollars as a fake tip. She was joking but he put them in his pocket. Upon seeing his look he simply said "Serves you right" and turned toward the apartment building.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 21, 2006 12:24:12 GMT -5
'Who are you playing this time?' he asked, making conversation. He closed the door, taking her by the arm and leading her into the apartment building as if she was going to forget which way to go for the door. 'This is one play in a long time I haven't been involved in.' he commented, knowing that this was mainly because he hadn't been taking part at many things to do with the theatre recently-- except writing the occassional play for future reference to. He'd had too much plotting to do.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 21, 2006 15:28:25 GMT -5
"This ones a comedy. It's about a dysfunctional family. I play the aunt that works in the city and drinks a lot. Bea's sister." Esme explained, being lead into the apartment and set on the couch, having her bag taken from her.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 21, 2006 15:45:58 GMT -5
'Perfect part for you, I guess. Does this mean you aren't the lead?' he said, acting shocked as if that was all she was allowed to do.
He took her coat and bag, but for more than one purpose. He hung her coat on the stand as usual, and discreetly threw her bag somewhere-- into one of his disguise boxes, it turned out. He planned to have a little look through it later when she was asleep. He carried on as normal, and hoped that in the midst of the conversation she didn't notice the missing handbag.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 21, 2006 16:36:21 GMT -5
Esme laid back on the couch. She didn't even think about her hand bag. Not once did her mind think to alert her that her cell phone, black book, money, parking tickets, and anything else she had in here.
"So are we laying around for the rest of the night?" she asked taking off her gold bracelets and necklace and earrings, throwing them on the table.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 21, 2006 16:53:36 GMT -5
'I suppose.' he replied, sitting on his chair across from her. 'Unless you can think of something you'd rather do. I was going to offer to help you learn your lines but you're too damn clever and you've done it already.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 21, 2006 18:26:26 GMT -5
"I dunno....Oooh! 'What's In what's out and what to avoid' is on!" Esme exclaimed snacthing up the remote.
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