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You were talking like it was the end of the world...

Nov 25, 2011 12:50

The world has ended.

“Il est mort,” Jean-Louis says, and just like that, Marie could swear she can feel the earth crumbling into dust beneath her feet. Her stomach drops somewhere into her feet, except that it's also trying to leap out of her mouth. She's shaking, she thinks she's going to throw up ( Read more... )

debut, george sands, belle, bay kennish, charlie jones, marie desmarais, imriel de la courcel, dr. remy hadley

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provincialbelle November 27 2011, 03:31:56 UTC

Belle blinked, finding it strange that hearing her native tongue should be so odd. It had been so long since anyone but course instructors had spoken it, and so she felt that she could reserve a moment of shock for such crude language. "Excusez-moi?" she reacted sharply, concern hinted at the edge of her words, but unsure as to how close she should get to this woman.

unbellegeste November 27 2011, 14:05:40 UTC

Oh, great. Marie is torn between annoyance that the morality police have shown up, and honest repentance that she's screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs where strangers can hear. But strangers shouldn't be hearing--there'd been a few people on the beach, further down, but Jean-Louis' place was pretty secure.

But then, Jean-Louis' place had vanished, so she didn't know what the fuck was going on. Oh, what the hell. She did her best to look like just another stray holidaymaker and waved. "Pardon moi!" she called, and hoped that would do it.

provincialbelle November 28 2011, 04:24:17 UTC

Belle felt almost as though she was being tugged to and fro, not sure which mood was the genuine one. She let out a startled and surprised laugh as she shook her head, offering out a hand. "Are you okay?" she asked, feeling a pleasure of familiarity course through her as she slipped back into her provincial dialect that she had missed for so long.

unbellegeste November 28 2011, 12:34:20 UTC

Marie plainly isn't, no matter how much she tries--she's wet and bedraggled and looks like she's been crying, and her hands are still shaking. She tries anyway. "I just misplaced my friends. They were over there, and then..." She trails off, because she's not actually sure what the rest of that sentence is. And then, what?

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