Man-Eater

[deceive_entrap]

She enters the Mansion as if she owns it. Her head is held high and her eyes are focused upon her destination. She is a lady, born and bred, but she is not quite human. She is merely a tool of vengeance. Or, at least, that was what she had been. It was hard to say just what she was now

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[abigqueen]

*good-natured grin* Probably a little more than you'd expect.

[deceive_entrap]

Is that a fact, Sir?

[abigqueen]

It is, actually.

[deceive_entrap]

How very quaint. Certainly this is not England.

[cheerupemovamp]

Many would call it that, yes. *bows* Mademoiselle.

[deceive_entrap]

I suppose that is my luck. *curtsies in turn* Sir.

[cheerupemovamp]

*shrugs a bit* It may very well be. I am Louis de Pointe du Lac.

[deceive_entrap]

A pleasure, Sir. I am Estella.

[book_jumper]

*gives her a considering look* I s'pose I should be glad you're not into sports cars.

[deceive_entrap]

...Begging pardon?

[book_jumper]

Sports cars. *sighs* You know, like Mr. Toad's in Mr. Toad's Wild Ride?

[three_proposals]

Enter, then, a fellow heartbreaker certainly equal in beauty. The difference between them, of course, lies in the fact that in breaking those hearts that she did break, Lucy broke her own as well.

"Hello, miss. Are you lost?"

[deceive_entrap]

Equal? Hah. Lucy is pretty. Innocent. Sweet. Demure. There is nothing equal about their beauty. They are not measured the same. And how can one have their heart broken if they haven't a heart to break.

"I'm never lost." She says. "Simply misplaced."

[three_proposals]

She blinks at her. "Alright then. Welcome, in any case. My name is Lucy Westenra," she offers with a polite smile.

[hislefthandman]

"You get used to it." Lucan gives her a bow, because despite the contemporary clothes he's still a bit of a medieval at heart. "Sir Lucan, at your service, my lady."

[deceive_entrap]

And she will curtsy in turn. "You are a gentlemen, aren't you?" Rhetorical. She smiles. "I am Estella."