The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)
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				Title: <strong>The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 21:53:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/TheMores.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">London residence of Archibald Greymore</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 14:47:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div> <strong>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br><strong>Where:</strong> Her Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alone<br><strong>When:</strong> The Beginning<br><strong>What:</strong> An Introduction<br><br>Employed as a maid in Lord Archibald’s estate, Ella enjoyed her own very, very tiny room in the servant’s quarters. So small, she sometimes wondered if it had once been a left-over nook that had been walled up and given a door. Her bed was a cot that she folded up when she wasn’t sleeping and if she had been taller than 5’3” she might not have been able to stretch out to her full height. In winter, the room was toasty as it was near the kitchen and one of her tasks was to rise several times during the night and keep the kitchen fire burning. In summer, the room would be miserably hot, but she would only be there at night anyway.<br>&nbsp;<br>The truth was that Ella Price adored her room. She gloried in it and kept it spotless. At times during the day, she hugged herself tight unable to believe that she, Ella Price, had her own little room. She had a job and a ½ day off Sundays and even a little bit of money. She worked hard for Lord Archibald gladly and felt a certain gratitude whenever she saw him in the distance with his toffs. Her hands were reddened from hard work and her back ached when the night finished. But eighteen year old Ella practically skipped when the day ended and she could run back to her room and pull out one of her penny dreadful and read and fantasize about a different life. If sometimes, the darkness gathered in at night and she remembered those dark years with Nick, she would simply reach out and touch the walls of her room on either side like a touchstone and feel safe. No one could harm her here as long as she worked hard and pleased her lord.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 16:54:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> About the house – Ella's quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>When:</strong> About noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Getting to know the new girl<br><hr><br>Archie had been so busy about the house and preparing for this and that, which really meant setting up his new laboratory, that he had little time to focus on the staff or the house or even that fact that he had been neglecting Georgiana, not horribly so, but she had not been forefront on his mind, it had all been about producing more vitamins in varying doses. <br><br>What he had found, through trial and error really was that the higher dose he took, the more he craved the effect, but if he took a lower dose, he was still social, but nearly as craving as he had once been. It was manageable. Georgiana had helped a lot as well, the woman had made it her goal to get him off the stuff, and for the most part she had succeeded, or so he left her to believe. He still took them, was just more secretive about it.<br><br>As a part of his new secretive nature, Archie had taken to various hiding spots in the house, the only places he had not chosen where Georgiana's room and his sister Elizabeth's. Beth never understood his desire to be social, she tried to get him out of the house and she had succeeded on a number of occasions, Vivienne too had succeeded when they were first married, the fact that their marriage, arranged or not only lasted a few short months still pained him. He really did miss her a great deal. He had come to love Georgiana, but he missed the sound of Vivienne's voice.<br><br><strong>“You There!”</strong> He said as he pointed to Ella. <strong>“Where is Hazel?..I have been known to call her Witch Hazel as a joke, but she is missing and I dare say if you have taken my housekeepers place, it is a fine improvement indeed.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 02:02:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div> <strong>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside Her Quarters Dusting<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>What:</strong> Lordshipping the Master<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Ella had been humming comfortably to herself as she casually dusted. The household was actually a little disorganized in her opinion and every now and then no one thought to assign her anything to difficult. So she would happily spot some task that needed doing and dive into it. Her dress was a bit large as she had inherited it from an earlier maid. But having a shapeless sack as a dress wasn’t exactly a bad thing, she thought to herself as she saw the master of the household approach with a sociable gleam in his eyes. One eyebrow rose when he pointed to her and asked her about someone named Hazel. Witch Hazel indeed, Ella snickered to herself enjoying the man’s sense of humor. “I couldn’t say sir,” she told the man in a voice blurred with too many accents, the French of her parents and Cockney of her more recent years and just a hint of upper class English that she was working into her repertoire. <br><br>She smiled up at him. “I’m not sure I’m the new housekeeper, my lordship.” she told him. “Though you really need one sir,” she told him gesturing at the shelves she had been dusting. “But I’ve got neat references as a house maid and I’m so very pleased to be given a chance to serve you your grace.” She made a point of dropping as many upper class honorariums in her conversation as she could recall, even if not totally sure this was correct. She had been middle class until she was twelve and cockney poor until now and My Lord this and that wasn’t something she had to drop into many conversations. She pulled her skirt out and made a half curtsy, half bow.” <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 02:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside Ella's room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>When:</strong> About Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Conversing<br><hr><br>Archie smiled. <strong>“Well aren't we a hodge-podge of hodge-podginess.” &nbsp;</strong> He laughed as he leaned against the wall. <strong>“What is your name? And you may call me Lord Greymore or miLord, I am not a Duke, though the though is rather nice.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>He watched what he guessed was fidgeting or slight discomfort.<strong> “Can you cook?” &nbsp;</strong> He looked about the room. <strong>“And I am looking for a little glass bottle..has pills in it, have you seen it?” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 07:39:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div><strong>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside Her Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>What:</strong> Buttering Up His Lordship<br><hr><br>Ella offered up her own sprightly smile at Lord Greymore’s comments and answered his question. “I’m Ella Price milord.” She told him. He seemed to be wanting something and a moment later he asked if she could cook. “Oh my yes, I’m a dapper cook milord,” she bubbled out, “a dab hand with a frying pan and a slab of mutton or a nice bit of fish.” She could cook in the French style, knowledge gained from watching her mother. But it was from years old memories and she sometimes forgot a step or two. Her attempt at bread without yeast had been a particularly solid experiment. As the lord smiled down at her, he told her that he was looking for a “little glass bottle..has pills in it.”<br><br>How did Ella explain that she had thoroughly cased the entire joint when she first moved in, slipping through the halls at night and eying its valuables for easily lifted, quickly fenced goodies. It wasn’t that she intended to steal from Lord Archie. But a girl liked to be prepared … in case. She had heard Nick hung months ago, but didn’t believe it. A rope wouldn’t dare choke Nick. He was far too deeply in league with the devil. “Little glass bottle, kind of brownish, small little pills in it, squirreled away behind the salt in the kitchen’s walk in cupboard,” she asked him diffidently. “Oh I can get it for you in a flash,” she told her current lord and master. She then stood up on her toes and leaned forward, a finger to her lips. “Just don’t tell them I put you on to the lie of it.” She winked and added, "hush, hush between you and me," before turning to scurry into the kitchen. Moments later, skirts flying, she returned with the small bottle that she had spotted earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 06:37:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen, outside Ella's room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price, open<br><strong>When:</strong> About noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Being buttered up<br><hr><br>Archie smiled, he liked this young lass already. Not only was she cute, but she had spirit and moxy, it pleased him. <br><br>“I like you..what am I paying you? No matter..it's doubled.” He smiled as he slipped the bottle in his pocket. “You haven't by chance seen a young woman, little taller than you, pretty, like you.” <br><br>He looked about the room. “Sometimes I think I have made her up and I have lost my mind..” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 07:15:51</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>Where:</strong> Hallway, Kitchen, Outside Ella's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price and Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> About Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Saving the help<br><br>Georgiana had been out in the garden, even with her new position within the household she couldn't seem to get working out of her system. She was in a brown day dress and sturdy leather boots, which were covered in dirt from the garden. Her hair was pinned on top of her head, falling from being in the sun and with her exertion in the garden, tendrils fell into her face sticking to her damp, flushed cheeks and neck. <br><br>After taking off her boots and slipping on her house slippers, Georgi walked from the kitchen and met in the hall her former employer turned lover and the new maid. She had just missed the exchange of the pill bottle but heard him ask her about a pretty girl and smiled. <strong>"Harassing the new help already?....Really I would like to keep this one more than a week." </strong>She teased pulling off her sun hat as she walked closer to inspect the girl that was hired to take over her former position. <br><br><strong>"Georgiana Elliot." </strong>She smiled holding out her hand. <strong>"You must be Ella, you have come highly recommended."</strong> She stated watching Archie out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 15:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div><strong><br>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside Her Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore and Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>When:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>What:</strong> Blushing and Calculating<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Ella curtseyed deeply, eyes sparking beautifully, when he said he would double her salary. She didn’t think that he would actually double her salary. Men lied routinely and he was no doubt buttering her up for something nasty later. Nick had shattered any illusions she once had about men and romance and man’s noble spirit. “Oh thank you miLord,” she told him as if she were actually going to see an extra penny in her paycheck. "You are more generous that Pontius Pilot himself." She had once heard a holy man on the street talk about the rich guvnor Pontius Pilot, a foreign lad who made good. She liked to drop famous names into her conversation, it gave her a touch of class, she thought. When he asked about a young woman, a little taller than her, she pointed to Georgiana who was now approached. “A little like her milord,” she questioned.<br><br><br>A moment later Geogiana herself had joined the two. Ella blushed as the taller woman introduced herself. Where she knew how to handle a man like milord, she was always flustered by woman of a higher class than Ella had fallen. She nervously reached out at took the offered hand. “He wasn’t doing anything wrong miss,” she almost stammered. “We were just talking. I’m glad you liked my recommendations ma’am.” Ella had stolen and had forged excellent recommendations. It was nice to know they had served their purpose. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman, finding her deeply attractive, the kind of woman that Ella didn’t dare dream of being one day except on those rare occasions when the night was darkest, the air at its most chill, and she was tucked tight in her bed and her mind was so tired that it felt free to wander into a happy place where she had a little house to herself and men and women treated her like she was somebody.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 18:48:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen, outside Ella's room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Georgiana<br><strong>When:</strong> About Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Hallucinating?<br><hr><br>Archie didn't move from his spot, in fact he got rigid as he stood there, not afraid, but clearly his mind had drifted some. <strong>“Are&nbsp; you sure she is really there?”</strong> He whispered. <strong>“I sometimes think I am alone and then I here the most charming of voices. I turn and there she is, then I close my eyes and open them and she is gone.”</strong> <br><br>He was sure that he hadn't lost his mind, but his vitamins had taken an interesting toll on him. He wasn't dangerous so much as afraid he was losing things or seeing things..<br><br><strong>“Phantom..of my heart..see to it that this delightful young woman's salary is doubled..no tripled..for I think we shall like to keep her!”</strong> He raised his finger in the air as if making a statement, turning towards Georgiana as he jumped back slightly. <strong>“Have me met, egad's you are quite fetching..” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 19:51:06</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>where:</strong> Kitchen, Outside Ella's room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> About Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Being a Hallucination?<br><br><br>Georgiana had wondered for a while if Archie was alright, sometimes he would see her, laugh with her, she even thought maybe loved her at one point, but other's she felt more like a phantom floating here and there in the house, seen but not really seen. She always played along laughed at the way he thought she was a figment of his imagination, but she hoped, secretly wished he would soon just see here and know she was real. <br><br>Looking closely at Ella, Georgiana laughed at the girls nervousness and gripped her hand in a comforting squeeze. <strong>"Don't be so nervous. I was only teasing, of course you were just talking...Lord Greymore loves to talk." </strong> She slipped her hand free and turned towards Archie as he made the statement about doubling, no tripling the girls salary. Rolling her eyes Georgiana crossed her arms. <br><br><strong>"I know I would like to keep her, though let us wait at least a month before raising her salary. I would like to see her recommendations put to good use before enticing her with more money."</strong> Turning to Ella she bit her lip, <strong>"He is so quick to give, I on the other hand like to see the work first...I hope you understand...."</strong>Leaning closer to Ella, Georgiana put her hand by her mouth so Archie couldn't hear. <strong>"Although Archie will still probably give you a raise before the day is out."</strong> She winked and backed away from her. Georgi's eyes widened as he jumped back almost surprised that she was there. <br><br>Smiling she curtsied low showing the swell of her bountiful bosom over her corset. <strong>"Yes Lord Greymore we have, maybe we should get reacquainted." </strong>Her eyes twinkled with mirth and teasing as she slowly straightened. <strong>"Such a charmer you are."&nbsp; </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg) </div><strong><br>Who: </strong>Ella Price<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside Her Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore and Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>When:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>What: </strong>The Maid, the Lunatic, and a Lady<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Talking to the Lord, Ella experienced a moment of confusion as he began to wander about a woman appearing and vanishing. It sounded like a ghost to Ella and she shuddered. The girl had a healthy respect for ghosts and other things that went bump in the night. She nervously looked around. But then as he continued, she thought of another possibility. The Lord might just be mad as a hatter. Truthfully, Ella hadn't seen a sign of a ghost since being there. So she nodded. “I as grateful as a cat with a freshly killed moust miLord,” she said bobbing her head up and down. Yeah, he was going to double her salary, she laughed to herself.</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Her suspicion was confirmed a moment later as the delicious stranger, Lady Georgiana (in Ella's mind) reassured her and let her know there wouldn't be immediately doubling of&nbsp; her salary. A knowing light came in her eyes and she gave the woman a wink and a grin. “Understood your most beautiful miLadyship,” she murmured quietly with only a quick glance at the lord. “You go with the nice Lady, miLord,” she said. “And I'll get back to me dusting.” </span></span> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">She shook her head in amusement as the pair's attention turned away from her. She wasn't sure so much attention was a good thing. Being the most recent maid meant hard work, but no one had paid much attention to her until now.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen, outside Ella's room<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Georgiana<br><strong>When:</strong> half past noon<br><strong>What:</strong> thinking about dusting<br><hr><br>Archie turned, slightly dazed, he really needed a vitamin. “Oh phantom of my heart.” He smiled as he leaned into Georgiana. “Might I inquire as to what day this is? I feel it is the day to dust my chambers..” <br><br>He turned to Ella, a smile coming to his lips as he pointed his finger, was he intoxicated? Was that is issue at this hour of the day? Certainly not, for he had drank nothing since dinner the night before. “Pray..be a gem and dust my chambers as well. I fear webs and such and well leave the spiders, but no webs..thank you...” He waved his hand in a most irregular fashion and simply walked away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 20:39:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Grand Central Station aka the Hall Outside Ella's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore and Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>When:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>What: </strong>Spiders, dusting, and bedchambers.<br><br><hr><br>Ella laughed and then bit her tongue. “I'll be an evicting angel to your spiders miLord, setting them gently on the floor, while rendering the wee mites homeless.” She told him and then with laughing eyes looked over at Georgiana and curtseyed very low.&nbsp; She suspected the woman was the mistress of Lord Archibald Greymore and as an image of the woman naked on her master's bed flashed before Ella's eyes, she blushed.<br><br>Walking away with a sway to her step and a wave over her shoulder, she returned to dusting. Oh I do envy your taste your lordship, she thought. “I'll take care of you chambers next miLord.” Then as she began to work, she started singing quietly under her breath. It was an old song about a sister who murdered her younger sister and how a fiddler made a musical instrument out of the dead girls ribcage. Morbid, but excellent dusting music, Ella thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 21:31:13</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>Where:</strong> Hallway outside Ella's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Archibald, Ella<br><strong>When:</strong> After Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Steering the conversation<br><br><br>Georgiana wrapped her arm around Archie as he leaned into her, tilting her head back to gazed at him and smiled lovingly.<strong> "I believe it is Wednesday."</strong> She spoke rolling her eyes, He could be so scatter brained sometimes. <br><br>Listening to the exchange and almost doubling over in laughter at her compainion's dramatics she followed him down the hall waving to Ella as she left. <strong>"Archie! You know we must get to the Weston's they are expecting us, Lord Weston and Elizabeth."</strong> She spoke once they were further down the hallway. Georgiana hoped he hadn't taken a huge dose of vitimines, that could explain his behavior. Grabbing his arm she fell into step with him, she wanted him to know that she was there and not some disappearing phantom. <br><br>Although though all this she knew she hqad to bath and change, she smelled like dirt and lilies, not unpleasent but not like her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 21:35:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Grand Central Station aka the Hall Outside Ella's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore and Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>When:</strong> Stomach Rumbling Time, Post Noon<br><strong>What: </strong>Oh the Opportunities<br><br><hr>Ella caught the fact that her ladyship and his slightly off-balance lordship would be leaving for the evening. It didn't mean she would have the run of the house … far from it! The place had a small army of servants crawling around it like flees on a dead cat. At least that was Ella's impression of the place. But she had been invited, nay instructed, to enter his Lordship's chambers and clean and take care of it. The thought made Ella a bit giddy. She had toured the house, but it was far too dangerous to enter a place like the private quarters of the gentry without an express invitation. It wasn't that she planned to steal anything. No, Ella just had an insatiable curiosity about everyone else and their secrets. She did mildly wonder what was exactly in the bottle she had handed him. The pills had been well-hidden. Were they a drug of some sort? He had not slurred his words or staggered. His eyes didn't have that red-glazed light of a hop head. Clearly, though he wasn't quite right in the head. She shrugged and planned when she would go to her master's chambers. It would be late this evening, she would dust and clean and turn down his bed and have a low fire lit for his return. She would clean every inch from his closet to his dresser drawers and underneath the pillow and behind any books. Oh, his room would shine when she got done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 11:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/gfyjd_jpg.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's Rooms<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>When:</strong> Half past noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Investigating<br><hr><br>Albert had been making his rounds as he often did and being as the Lord Greymore was to be leaving, he was closing up private parts of the house so that they could be inspected and cleaned if necessary. So to find someone in Lord Greymore's chambers was not surprising, but what was surprising was to find a newly hired maid that had barely elevated herself above kitchen help.<br><strong><br>“Miss Price?”</strong> He inquired as he stepped into the room, his voice as calm as it always carried itself to be. <strong>“Might I inquire what you are doing in Lord Greymore's chambers?”</strong> Albert had long stopped crossing his arms, those that knew him from the look on his face, usually could tell if he was angry or unhappy, he wasn't in this case, he actually did like the girl that was now under his magnifying glass, but one does not go where one was not assigned to be.<br><br><strong>“You are a parlor maid, are you not?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 15:46:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Lunchtime<br><strong>What: </strong>Dusting and Gabbing<br><hr>Ella froze in mid-swipe while dusting his lordship’s dresser. Her mind went through several possible stories, before settling reluctantly on something close to the truth. Ella believed truth was the refuge of cowards and the uncreative. As a matter of firm principle, one used it as rarely as possible. Settling on her line of attack, she slid several steps closer to Albert so that she was just inside the man’s comfort zone. <br><br>From long practice, Ella had found that a girl who stood just a little “too” close to a man usually made conversational gambits go easier as men invariably had to suppress other thoughts at the same time. “I ran into his lordship and a ladyship type, but she was dressed more for gardening, but I guess if you’re a ladyship you can dress for gardening, and I was dusting, did I mention that I found … no I don’t think his lordship would want me telling that around, but I guess he thought I dusted well and he told me to clean his room as well, and I thought because he was a lordship I should really do what I say, but I’m much more comfortable in the kitchen and if you wanted to tell his lordship that I’m a kitchen and parlor maid girl then I wouldn’t mind so shall I just go back to dusting in the parlor and forget what his lordship said about cleaning his room, because I was a little nervous but I didn’t want to go against him, but with you telling him that I’m a parlor maid, I’m sure it’ll be all right and by the way do all of the upper staff dress o nice, I really like the cut of your coat, it remind me of my … but you don’t want to hear about him do you?” Ella paused, her eyes looking up into his, and took a deep breath in preparation for beginning her next sentence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 02:33:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/gfyjd_jpg.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's Rooms<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>When:</strong> Half past noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Investigating<br><hr><br><strong>“Ah yes, the one that you have replaced, she is His Lordships companion, could be the lady of the house, but so could his favorite hunting dog if the mood takes him.”</strong> Albert looked at Ella, his eyes showed mild amusement as he looked about the room. <br><br><strong>“I will not speak with His Lordship, if he didn't request you, then it will come out in due time and if he did, then perhaps he had his own personal reasons for doing so.”</strong> He ran his finger over an area that looked to be newly dusted, his finger came up clean. <strong>“Shall you do well, I might see you reassigned as Lord Greymore's personal maid, you would serve his needs as he sees them in conjunction with his footman, is that something that would interest you?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 13:09:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Lunchtime<br><strong>What: </strong>Job Interview<br><br><hr>Ella gave a quick half-curtsy. She had enjoyed the relative anonymity of being a parlor maid. But if she was going to get attention a promotion sounded quite lovely. “I’m a sworn enemy to dust and disorder sir,” she told him brightly. “I’m do a utterly splendid job, you’ll see. And I would love to see to Lord Greymore’s needs. I really don’t mind the dirtiest task.” She suddenly blushed. “Not that I’m saying Lord Greymore is dirty. I mean I’m sure he bathes regularly. Not that I’m picturing him bathing.” She shook her head vigorously as if trying to clear out an unwanted visual and then trying to put the matter back on track added, “I’m good at dusting, discrete as a hangman, and tolerably motivated most days.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 04:22:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> half past noon<br><strong>What:</strong> The act of generosity<br><hr><br><strong>"Indeed and she is quite easy on the eyes as well, wouldn't you say Albert."</strong> Archie smiled as he stepped into his chambers, clearly feeling better than he had a few brief moments ago. Georgiana had gone off to bathe as she smelled like a garden. Archie liked the smell of a garden, but he had to admit that his current companion took to being the lady of the house a little too fast. He missed his sister and he was starting to regret letting Vivienne go as easily as he did. He missed her accent filling the rooms as it once did at Westinghouse. He missed Westinghouse as well.<br><br><strong>"What if I might ask are the two of you discussing?"</strong> He held up his hand to silence Albert. <strong>"The girl shall answer for I like the sound of her voice."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 17:12:46</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Archie, Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Noon<br><strong>What:</strong> Being Invisible<br><br>Georgiana had told Archie was going to bathe, but as soon as she walked into her new quarters, so much bigger than what she had at Westinghouse, a sigh escaped her lips. Bathing be damned, she liked the way she had smelled and to be honest she felt like the more she took on this new role the more she was losing herself. She walked to the wash basin dipping her cloth into the warm water and running it along her neck and jaw. She was starting to feel foolish, closing her eyes she felt the water dripping down her throat and disappearing between the valley of her breasts. The slight washing was what she needed and with placing the cloth back on the basin she turned to change into some clean clothing. <br><br>Georgiana had changed and was walking through the room that connected her's with Archie's when she heard voices, Slowing her steps she opened the door into his room quietly melting into the wood work. From years of servitude it was easy to become invisible, even in the bright sprig color dress she had decided on. She leaned her head against the wood and listened. <br><br>With Archie's words, she is quite easy on the eyes and I like the sound of her voice, a pain hit Georgiana, it was a subtle thing that jerked her further into the shadows dancing around his room. Slowly backing out of the room, not caring to hear more, she retreated back into her room and quickly back down stairs, flinging open the kitchen door into the garden. She knew who Archie was or a least she thought she did, and as for herself she felt like everything she did was wrong. She couldn't even seem to help run his household without stepping on his toes, the worst was not being able to help him forget Vivienne. She looked up into the bright afternoon sun and felt a wetness on her cheek. No she would not cry, she would grow from this, in fact, she will be her blunt, brash, loud-mouthed self. <br><br>With this declaration she reached up and untucked her hair, letting the wavy locks tumble down her shoulders to her waist. She had never liked her hair up and when she was a maid she had always been reprimanded for it, the memory made her smile and she stared out at the beautiful garden she had cultivated while her fingers lazily played through her wavy locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:27:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey, Archie Greymore, and Georgiana Elliot<br><br><strong>When:</strong> Forty Minutes Past Noon<br><strong>What: </strong>Attempting an Escape<br><br><hr>Ella paused to absorb the presence of his lordship. He seemed more together … mentally that is … to her eyes. “Oh ‘tis sweet of you to say such a thing,” Ella burbled out. She wanted to pull off a blush, but she wasn’t quite sure she could manage the feat any longer so simply looked shyly down at the ground. “Mr. Godfrey was just making sure I carried out cleaning your room property sir. He’s ever so strict with us maids,” Ella added. “Oh he’s got a keen eye your lordship; we girls can’t get away with sloppy cleaning at all!” To her view, it never hurt to butter up the boss a bit. In this case, her goal was to thoroughly grease both men and then pop them in the oven and vanish while they basted in her compliments. “Well as you know,” she said looking confidentially over at Alfred, “his lordship is a particularly clean specimen of upper class noble sirs and his room hardly attracts even a chicken feather’s worth of dust, so I’m basically done here and was thinking I might go air out the linen closet now.” <br><br>Ella offered several generic curtsies directed at first his lordship and next Alfred, while she worked in a sidling little movement toward the door at the same time. “You can get maggots and flees and chiggers and beetles and moths if you don’t air out the linen closet regularly, oh my!” Ella said as she tried to neatly flee the room without actually looking as if she were fleeing. Far too much male power for her comfort, she thought. She never noticed Georgiana's presence as her attention was directed strongly toward Alfred and Archie.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's chambers<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Becoming himself<br><hr><br>Archie turned on his heels. “Were hare you going Ella? I dare say we are not done talking.” He smiled at Albert as he looked to the man.<br><br>“You like this woman, and she does do quality work, does she not.” He said as the butler nodded.<br><br>“Yes, yes, I have to say that I do agree.” Archie smiled as he moved from where he stood. “The Phantom and I are going to Lord Weston's you will come with..is that clear..I desire to have your input on something that they are planning as you seem a very capable sort and I think Lord Weston and his Elizabeth would rejoice in meeting you.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 17:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey, Archie Greymore<br><br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Trapped Like a Rabbit in a County-Fair Bound Cage<br><br><hr><br>Ella nodded with a warm smile and nodded. "How absolutely wonderful!" She said brightly. Inside, she was cursing herself for not portraying herself as a drab nothing. But somehow, she had grown comfortable in this house. In her experience attention for men was always bad ... bad ... bad. Perhaps, if she were to vomit right now and pretend to fell sick. Honestly, she did feel a little nauseated at the thought of going somewhere new, but as she waited briefly, hopefully, expectently ... there was nothing, not even an unpleasant little urp. "So, am I dressed fine," she asked? Maybe if they had some special maid's costume she was supposed to wear there might be a fitting and she could botch it up somehow.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 17:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's chambers<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Becoming himself<br><hr><br><strong>"Yes, yes you are dressed fine for this..they are tossing together a party like a salad and I do hate salad and I think Elizabeth could use the assistance of another female and being as you are clearly female, I choose you." &nbsp;</strong> Archie smiled as he leaned in to Ella.<br><br><strong>"You are female are you not? Must I look to verify?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 14:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey, Archie Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Gender Verification<br><br><hr>Ella blushed. "Sir!" She said in a tone of surprised shock. "I'm a girl." The idea of verification gave her a slight shudder, though, she wasn't totally sure it was an unpleasant idea. It had been months since she had escaped from Nick's watchful eye and since then she had not lain with a man. Thus, at times, her body ached with unmet needs. "No verification needed." Then another thought occurred to her. "I really don't like salad either, too mixy. Mabye we should talk to Elizabeth so I can see what she needs and best help her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 03:12:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Greymore's chambers<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Becoming himself<br><hr><br>Albert had become quiet, but it was his nature as Archie spoke to Ella. "Albert you will come with us as well. I want to make sure that if we require to bring the Weston's staff that you are on top of it for them." <br><br>"Yes Milord." Albert replied as he looked at Ella but said nothing more. "Shall I hire a new parlor maid milord? I shall place an ad in the paper if you desire it.." <br><br>"Yes yes, this fine woman is now to report to me and me alone..she has proved herself quite well..quite well indeed. Are you prepared to be at my beck and call?" Archie crossed his arms as he thought. "Increase her wages to those of Genevieve...no that's not it..Guenivere?..the one that was at the other house.."<br><br>"You mean Mary?" Albert replied.. "Yes the one that I had to let go because she missed Lady Greymore so.."<br><br>"Yes..Yes Mary..sweet Mary." Archie replied as he looked back to Ella. "It's settled..and done..now snap snap and wiggle-waggle." He laughed as he clapped his hands and turned to leave.<br><br>"I am off to find the phantom of my heart.." He announced as he was half out the door. "You have half an hour to get ready to depart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:30:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Georgiana Elliot<br><strong>Where:</strong> Gardens<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Absentmindedly Thinking<br><br>Lilies and roses permeated the air and Georgiana inhaled deeply letting the fragrance waft around her as she absentmindedly ran her finger's through her hair. She had been sitting for almost an hour, the sun warming her cheeks and the scent of flowers playing on her senses. It was a beautiful day. <br><br>Getting up from the small bench she had placed near the roses, Georgiana bent over the blossoms a smile touching her lips as her nose touched the silkiness of the petals and its fragrance entered her nose, filling her nostrils with its sweet scent. She loved the garden, loved the peacefulness in her usually chaotic life. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in soft curls, the thick locks unimpeded by pins flowed like silk down her back. Her bright brown eyes shining in the afternoon sun light as she picked a couple roses for the entryway. <br><br><strong>"These will brighten up the entry hall rather nicely I think."</strong> She smiled bringing the roses to her nose and inhaling. She turned towards the Lilies and embarked to pick a couple as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 14:48:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey, Archie Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Getting Ready<br><br><hr>Ella muttered unmentionable things under her breath as she brushed her hair neatly in her small room and made sure that she was looking her best. She at least didn't have to worry about what to wear. A maid's clothing choices were thankfully quite limited. But she made sure there was no holes or runs to be mended. She had gotten some water from the kitchen in a small metal pan and washed herself briefly. She had hand made soap from a retired maid who made and sold the bars for a little extra money. It was scented with rosemary and mint and left her feeling squeaky clean. When she was ready, which was all of 18 minutes, she headed out to the front. Would she travel with the lords and ladies or come separately, she wondered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 17:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/gfyjd_jpg.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> The foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>When:</strong> 1pm<br><br><hr><br>Albert moved to the front door as swiftly as a man half his age as he looked at Ella, a sly smile coming to his lips as he took her in. Albert was a man of many secrets himself, but he always suspected that there was more this woman than what she presented to Lord Greymore and his <em>companion</em>. "You will be riding with myself and Lord Greymore's footman, he is gathering the carriages now. You will only speak if spoken to and you only serve Lord Greymore, is this understood? Lord Weston can be demanding in his own right and it is best to remember that once we are in his house, if Lord Greymore lents us to the others servitude for this dinner, we are to abide by that. I personally want nothing to do with it as I find the whole matter ghastly, but I am at the service of Lord Greymore and so are you..remember that above all else." <br><br>Albert saw one of the men from the stables bringing up the smaller of two carriages, "You will ride in that one as I have said.." Albert studied the entire contraption himself as he stepped outside. <br><br>"What's that?" He snapped as he lost his composure when he seemingly left the confines of the house. "She can ride on the luggage tow for all I care..she is only his companion and will be nothing more..." He said it rather low, and the voice was hardly the calm collected one most would be used to, it was bitter and cold and clearly one that was full of disapproval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 21:19:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Getting Ready<br><br><hr> <br>Ella had always preferred older men when she worked for Nick. They often could be kinder and were less athletic. But from the way the Butler moved, she suspected that Albert was still spry. Would he be kind? She blushed and pushed those thoughts from her mind. In truth, no man was kind when he was aroused, Ella thought. She remembered Nick and how he had initiated her casually into the world of sex, how he had taught her so many little tricks to please a man. She paled and turned her attention back to Albert. Why had Nick slipped into her mind again? Ella wanted to banish him from her memories as thoroughly as she had banished him from her life. <br><br>She shook her head and met Albert’s sly smile. “I understand.” She answered his words. “My goal is to keep the masters happy and live my life quietly.” She had a much more direct manner of speaking when talking to Albert directly as opposed to his lordship. She smiled when he mentioned the ghastly nature of the matter. “We’ll keep them happy and get home as quickly as they allow us.” <br><br>When he made his opinion of the lordship’s lady clear, Ella tucked the information away for later study and climbed into the carriage. How the world turned, she thought. She had planned for a quiet evening in her little room reading a borrowed book. But now … a carriage ride and a party, albeit she would be there as a maid.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 21:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella, Albert<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>Archie stepped to the carriage and got in without so much as a word as Albert was pushed out of the way as he prepared to enter himself. "Phantom will not be joining us." He said rather coldly. One of the girls is to take her things and see that they are burned..I have already left intructions." <br><br>Archie was dissheveled and clearly agitated. "You will ride with the driver Albert, as will my footman..now shut the damned door before I get cold." He was barely the collected person most had known him to be.<br><br>"What is your name?" He looked directly at Ella, his eyes cold, but just a bit of a shimmer remained. "Your name, you do have one do you not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 22:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Albert Godfrey, Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr><br>Ella felt a sense of shock at the change in the genial lord. She watched the door close on the lord. He looked at her through the window and she shivered briefly. He had a coldness just then that reminded her of another man. "I'm Ella sir," she said quietly. It was cold and she wrapped her arms around her waist and waited for him to leave. Tonight was going to be ... interesting," she thought. This job was turning out to be a bit chaotic in scope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 23:11:57</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>Archie waited for the butler and his man to climb the carriage and take their seats beside the driver before looking to Ella again. "Do you like it here? I mean living in my home?" His eyes narrowed a little as he waved his hand in front of his face like he was shooing away a fly.<br><br>"I presume you heard that the one I call the Phantom is not more..she has decided to leave and as such is to never be spoken of again..I find it sad and yet on another notion it is rather uplifting." He raised his finger in the air then swatted it again. "She was a lovely woman and a fair lay, but frankly she moped about a bit too much and was always looking at me with this disapproving look that I didn't like. My own dear wife Vivienne never did that, so why should she? I ASK YOU..WHY!" Archie has raised his voice, seemingly like he knew nothing of what he was really saying. <br><br>"Your corset..do you stuff it? I always found it greatly amusing when ladies stuff their corsets..I never understood why for if it is more or less, it is still worthy of love." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 17:04:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Ella had learned early about dangerous men. Her alarm bells were very much going off now around Lord Greymore. So she was feeling much more cautious as she spoke to this new slightly more frightening, to her at any rate, Lord Greymore. "Oh yes, the job is a joy," she told him. "Idle hands and all that you know, there's plenty to keep my hands busy." She smiled, thought the smile didn't reach her nervous eyes. "I'm sorry that your lady didn't work out."<br>&nbsp;<br>She was just considering how to answer his "I ask you why" question, when&nbsp; he moved the subject to her corset and Ella couldn't suppress a giggle. "Only with myself your lordship," she told him brightly. "I think it's to attract the eye, kind of like the peacock uses bright feather to attract a mate." She paused momentarily. "I haven't actually seen a peacock mind you. Isn't there a kind of bird that blows up its chest. Wouldn't that be kind of like stuffing a corset?" She glanced down at his Lordship's crotch and blushes quickly looking away. She had once serviced a man who stuffed his tightly fitted britches to look bigger, but she didn't think that would be an appropriate fact to share.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 17:56:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>"A peacock? Oh well if you want to see someone prance about and stick out their chest you should meet Victor Henshaw..no one struts better than the Earl of Warwick." Archie laughed as he took note, though quick as it was, of Ella looking at his crotch.<br><br>The vitamins had increads his abilities in many ways, and while he was now severely dependant on them, Archie believed they made him a better man. "So tell me Ella...are you a cock lover?" He was pretty certain he meant peacock, but being as she had never seen one, it could have been a very loaded question.<br><br>It was also at this time it one chose to look that a female, dressed as Georgiana could be seen leaving, tossing his clothes about the yard as she raised her fists in the air. Nothing could be heard and everything would be in oder when they returned, but Archie left nothing to chance, not even as he stood over the fallen body, or rather had the sudden memory of standing over a fallen body, in the garden?? Did his gaze drift from Ella.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:49:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Ella giggled at the description of the Earl of Warwick. Archibald had a talent for amusing description. She blushed on hearing the lord's beautifully ambiguous question. Not a shy girl though, she every so briefly licked one lush lower lip with a delicate pink tongue and said, "I appreciate a good cock," she told his lordship. "But I don't wouldn't go so far as to call myself a cock lover." Her attention was momentarily distracted as she saw a woman leaving the estate. She wondered what had happened to cause her to be so abruptly thrown out. Her assumption was that she must have been thrown out as why would a woman leave the security of being his lordship's mistress voluntarily. Then she glanced over at his lordship and remembered his variable personality. "Do you know if they'll have peacocks where we're going," she asked him casually. "Prancing pretty little peacocks?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 06:32:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>"Oh I imagine that if any house has peacocks it will be the home of Lord Weston." Archie replied as he relaxed on his seat, looking at Ella only to look away, then look at her again. "Would you desire to sit here beside me?" He raised his hand, finding the limb shaking horribly. "I seem to have lost my phantom and she always assisted me with my trembles." <br><br>It was true that the carriage was bouncing a little, but this was something else, something much worse. "Please..please help me..Vivienne?" Could it be that Ella's dark hair was causing him to see an image of a woman who was not there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 15:00:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Ella carefully shifted herself across the rocking coach to where she could sit near Lord Greymore. Did she want to sit near him? No, she had very much enjoyed being an anonymous maid, but there was opportunity here … and danger. “What do you need me to do,” she asked as she reached out and placed one small hand on his trembling arm. <br><br>Her heart pounded a bit as he appeared to call her Vivienne. She had seen men trembling from lack of drink before, seeing things that weren’t there. This seemed very similar and she imagined it might be caused by a lack of those small pills. “Do you need your pills,” she asked nervously<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 16:13:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>It was certainly the question for he had just taken them not long before departing and they had only done so. "I have taken too many I fear..my vitamins are failing me." He replied shakenly. "My heart is beating very fast and I fear it shall burst if I am not calmed.." <br><br>Archie tried to think of what it was Georgiana used to do to calm him when his mind failed him, but his mind was failing him on that notion as well. Vivienne had never encountered much of this as she had departed as the need grew and though Archie would not admit it, he started to take more when she left. It was all he could do to stop the pain of his loss. His sister had all but left him as well, for as close as they two were, the time at the Henshaws had changed Elizabeth in ways that Archie hadn't expected, ways that made his heart wish they had never gone, or that he had taken her with before the of that night changed them both forever.<br><br>It was then that the fog cleared, though it was still not Ella's face Archie was seeing, it was still his lost Vivienne, then his sister's took her place, but only briefly as finally it was Ella's once again. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 22:08:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Outside country roads and neat houses sped past as inside, Ella tried to understand what Lord Greymore needed. It was so much easier when people were in their right places, she thought, I a maid and he an untouchable lord. But now I sit next to him and he's in need. "Would it help if I massaged your arm muscles," she asked him hesitantly. She hoped they would arrive soon. Perhaps the butler would know what his Lordship needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 23:09:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>"I fear I do not know, but it is worth a try, is it not?" Archie replied as he focused on Ella. His mind flashed again as he saw, for only a brief moment, the face of Georgiana smiling at him as he placed his trembling arm so Ella could look at it.<br><br>"Perhaps...perhaps you can help me rid myself of my vitamins?" He almost sounded like a child as he said it. "Phantom had tried, but I defied the notion, but berhaps I was wrong to do so? Might I rest my head on your busom?" The carriage jolted a little. "Perhaps it will aide on calming me as well?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 02:51:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr> <br>Ella gently reached out and took one trembling arm in her hands. Slowly, she gently massaged the muscles working her way down ¼ inch by ¼ inch from the biceps to the hands. When she finally reached the hands, she focused first on the palm and then began to stroke each finger, doing her best to warm and soothe them. She had leaned close and her ample bosom gently bobbed as she moved with her massage. She smiled at his comment about resting his head on her bosom, only saying, “I fear that would have the opposite effect.”<br>&nbsp;<br>When she finished the first arm, she moved to the second. Outside, the night passed and inside, the carriage swayed and moved as the coachman drove them through the night. She wondered if the coachman was armed. Nick had often acted as a highway man on roads such as this when he needed quick money. She shook her head and pushed those thoughts out of her mind, instead focusing on easing the Lord’s distress. As she massaged him, she began to hum an old English lullaby about everyone needing to rest.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:53:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>There was something about Ella that Archie did find soothing, so much so that forgot about anything but the sweet humming as he closed his eyes. He woke up only a few short moments later, but his shaking had ended, his head had cleared, and as he listened, all he could hear was the sound of Ella humming.<br><br>"Where did you come from? Clearly the Lord is missing an angel in Heaven!" He couldn't be happier, though little did he know it was the calm before the storm.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 06:49:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Ella smiled at his words. "You are a flatterer my Lord," she told him as she continued to massage his muscles. Reaching up, she began to gently massage his temples. "You should consult a physician," she suggested. "A learned man might know how best to deal with your vitamins. Where do you get them?" She wasn't sure she was actually interested, but it might help to distract him to enter into a conversation. If he got more agitated, she would stop talking and continue to gently hum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:35:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Greymore carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Ella<br><strong>When:</strong>&nbsp; 1:30pm<br><strong>What:</strong> leaving<br><hr><br>Archie was suddenly like a proud father. "Oh they are of my own creation. I have a laboratory." It was all he said, but it was clear that he was proud of his work. "I have recently started to create them in doses.."<br><br>Suddenly he turned to look at Ella, his eyes clear as he smiled, the first real smile in a very long time. "Would you care to try one? I have some from my most recent batch..small doze." Which meant that Ella would get aroused in the most enjoyable ways, but the after affect wouldn't be as traumatic as the dose Archie was taking to keep himself functioning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (London Home of Archibald Greymore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caremejo</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 04:02:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Ella Price<br><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> 1:35 P.M.<br><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br><br><hr>Ella's eyes widened as Lord Greymore boasted of manufacturing the little pills himself. It seemed like a handy skill to have for a lord and one she wouldn't have expected. Her hands continued to stroke his arms as she moved a bit closer. "My what a clever man," she whispered. "You have your own laboratory!" Then she added, "you best keep it safe I imagine or others might want&nbsp; your secrets." When he offered her a small doze of his creation, she smiled and nodded.<br><br>So the little lord wanted to drug her, she thought to herself. If he handed her the pill, she would palm it easily. She'd been trained a pickpocket in a world where errors brought the lash. She had deft hands.<br>&nbsp;
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