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filledechance

01 ↝ When Doves Cry

Oct 14, 2011 20:32

And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

{ 949 Beulah Street. Good morning! }

( It's under 500. )

she's hideous guys, ! phone, ! action, arrival

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filledechance October 15 2011, 23:10:51 UTC

[Monaco was about to take a bit of the quite helpful advice when she looked down at her left hand. Who's to say why she did it other than it being the one thing obstructing her view from the loud pattern of her nightdress. A simple gold band adorned her ring finger.]

I cannot calm down. [lowering her tone to an urgent sounding whisper] Why do I have a wedding band on? I am a lady. I should very well remember something so pertinent!

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filledechance October 15 2011, 23:50:30 UTC

[Breathing deeply, she did her best because damn it, if there was anything she disliked it was having to have someone talk her down like a crazy woman. She pressed her forehead to palm and grimaced, just shaking her head at all of this]

This happened to you as well? Just... woke up beside a stranger? [a beat] I am not in immediate danger am I? Should I hide?

[eying the stairs now]

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filledechance October 16 2011, 11:40:52 UTC

[And now she's glancing at the front door suspiciously]

Dually noted.

Ah... what happens when this man wakes up? Mon dieu, I need to go back up there to find something that is remarkably close to actual clothing do I not? [she sounds a little weary at that. Almost annoyed... but she refuses to be in curlers and a moo moo.]

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filledechance November 2 2011, 15:44:23 UTC

I woke up in a strange place. I fathom trusting is not exactly part of the equation. I will be quick then. I do appreciate this, truly...

[There's no way to not be awkward. Sighing and setting the receiver on the tabletop she went back upstairs and realized how stinted her wardrobe was. She went with a pink dress. One of many POWDERY colors she had. Off came the curlers and on went the heels.

Ignoring how quaint she looked she went to the door where some mail was waiting, given by some unseen mailman. At least it gave her a full address; squinting at the last name]

Well then, it seems they are very thorough. [Back to the point:] 949 Beulah Street. Shall I wait outside?

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