The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)
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				Title: <strong>The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 02:02:39</strong>
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				Patrick Baker frowned deeply as he looked at the name and number again, before putting it back in his wallet, next to all the money he had left in the world after the taxi ride. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, narrowed his blue eyes, rubbed his fingers against his sweating palms and stepped onto the street towards the estate. <br><br>If his broker was right, this was his only way out. A "silent partner" who would make a few demands to test partners out and then not worry about paying off debts, no matter how deep in the hole someone was. And thanks to some bad advice Patrick was <em>deep</em>. But now, hopefully, he would be able to pay his debts off from a nice safe distance.<br><br>He raised his hand to the intercom, then checked his watch. 8pm. An hour after sunset. He was right on time. Licking his lips, he pressed the button.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 15:45:33</strong>
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				Yeth whos there? *the response came with almost startling timing as the button was pressed, as if someone had just waited for this very occasion, someone with a light lisp no less, perhaps a servant, the classic estate was big enough to house at least one of those after all.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 02:36:09</strong>
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				"Patrick Baker. I, ah, have an appointment..." He looked over at the house, the lights in so few of the many windows...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 05:47:18</strong>
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				Ah yeth, Mr. Baker, thtep in*the front gate giving off an electronic buzzing sound, though this modern device seemed to be unique in the old mansion, the door had a knocker(shaped like a lion) rather then a bell to ring, around it a small but well treated garden, you can see a roses, and statues, though it gets too dark to make out details. If you step directly to the door it opens as if someone had been waiting for you, behind it a hunchback with one eye bigger then the other opening.. not really a horrible look but enough to creep out the weak hearted, though he speaks with manners, not violence*<br><br>The mather ith&nbsp; waiting for your Mr. Baker, thith way pleaze *he mumbled, with semi understandable lisp and a slight dialect, waving you into an elaborate, and expensive looking corridor, a slight smell of the old with something undeterminable underlying it meeting your nose, several pictures and decorations of old, victorian or barroque design, mostly abstracts you see in the evening.. the lighting conditions are poor, there seems to be no electrical light, a bit as if stepping a century back in time you think, as the servant guides you into a similiarly designed waiting room. Audience room? whatever it is there are two comfortable chairs and an assortment of books in the back.*<br><br>*oh, and contrary to what the servant said there seems to be no one waiting for you in the room. strange.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 23:15:14</strong>
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				Patrick manages not to be taken aback as he sees the servant - he had been warned that the "master" had eccentric tastes and liked to unsettle - and nods politely as he turns, loking around uneasily at the shadows of the house as he walks through.<br><br>He considers saying something as he finds the parlour deserted. Maybe after a minute or two...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 17:23:29</strong>
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				*The servant.. you have an urge to call him Igor due to peer pressure, leaves you alone, still you feel somehow watched in the room. you can simply wait or call out or do something else*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 04:39:36</strong>
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				Patrick looks at his watch and frowns, and surreptitiously glances around, looking for cameras. Of course, a man like the owner could easily afford fully hidden ones...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 18:13:42</strong>
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				donk went the walking stick on the ground. While it was not unbelievable that there where secret doors in this room any other explanation for the old man coming so swiftly and unnoticably out of this dark corner, no matter who he was, was highly unbelievable in turn.<br><br>He stepped onward, as if punishing the very ground with the impact of his stick, before sitting down breathing heavily in a comfy chair.<br><br>"You seem like you have less time then me left, but you would not *catching his breath* come to me else would you?" I'm Count Estheban Von Bern, friends if you would want to be one, call me Sir Esthes."<br><br>The old man said, watching you of tired yet still perceptive eyes.<br><br>"what brings you here?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 02:35:38</strong>
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				Patrick turned, doing his best to suppress a shiver as the old man appeared from the shadows. Secret doors or no, how had he gotten so close with a walking stick? Had he carried it as he crept in? He barely looked like he could stand without it.<br><br>"Sir Esthes, then, I hope I can be a friend to you."<br><br>He moved to stand at a seat opposite, waiting for a signal that he was allowed to sit.<br><br>"I have a request. I need someone paid off, someone I can't afford to pay myself. And in exchange... that's up to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 16:52:20</strong>
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				Good good*the old man smiled a weary smile* <br><br>Someone to pay off.. hm hmm tell me about the sum.*he said, with a bit of a demanding undertone, while leaning forward along his stick, examining you out of old but clear eyes*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 05:40:40</strong>
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				Patrick cleared his throat, aware of how dry it was, while at the same time his palms were sweating. <br><br>"Ahh, four hundred thousand. The result of some bad advice - deliberately bad, but Mr. Sordino doesn't care about that. I can make it back within two years, but that isn't fast enough for him..." He trailed off, no longer able to meet the old man's icy eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 18:28:43</strong>
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				*keeps staring at you, folding his hands, not giving away his emotions* 2 years hmnn?<br><br>I have an offer for you. *he coughed slightly* I can make your worries.. disappear. However this is a rather.. healthy sum, how did you manage to accumulate it anyway? A bad advice may give a tenth or a hundreth partof what you just claimed...<br><br>Either way, there is a price attached. *he nodded, getting up weakly, extending his hand to you* I can make your worries disappear, for that you make something disappear as well, a certain,.. fear of mine. <br><br>You may see that I'm old, far older then you would ever believe one can be, and my time in this lonely world will soon be over. I however, do not want to be dead alone. *he eyed you for the first time with a bit of emotion, even weakness, perhaps explaining his slight slip of tongue there*<br><br>I would like you to stay with me, until this body stops moving and starts decomposing, freely and of your own choice, to accompany me in.. whatever time I have left. Deal?<br><br>*he asks, extending a slightly trembling hand to you for a handshake* 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 02:59:36</strong>
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				Patrick explained his financial troubles quite readily. "A bank was 'too big to fail' and then it wasn't..."<br><br>He noticed the emotion in the old man's gaze, the tremble in his hands and voice. It was a bizarre request, as strange in its way as his broker's own repayment which had been to retrieve some earth from a graveyard across town... but this one was obviously going to take longer, no matter how frail the old man appeared.<br><br>"Why me?" he asked quietly as he hesitated to raise his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 22:24:04</strong>
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				Because you owe a sufficent debt to me, don't you think, 2 years you said yourself*the old man smirked slightly, leaning on his stick rather then extending his hand more* <br><br>And you seem to be a nice enough guy to do an old man a favour.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 01:19:29</strong>
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				"I mean... why would you want me as your companion?" Patrick elaborated. Even as he moved to support the old man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 23:39:48</strong>
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				*The man chuckled* you are free to leave and let me find someone else fittingly, I have some time left after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 00:53:27</strong>
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				Patrick almost hid a grimace. "If that's really what you want, I'll do it." He took the old man's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 23:51:30</strong>
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				*the man smiled, shaking your hand with suprising strength, nodding* Great, I'll have a simple contract set up if you insist, but I *coughs slightly* .. call me traditional.. had to do this only, you know, alright! Consider your debt void, if you have any business outside tell Igor, he will take care of you, also, have him show you to your room, unless you have any further questions or concerns that is? *the old man said, looking you over thoughtfully*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 06:46:30</strong>
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				Patrick managed not to raise his eyebrows too high at the handshake - or the servant apparently really being called Igor. <br><br>"Well, ah, I'd like to know what else is expected of me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 19:05:16</strong>
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				"oh, you may pay me companny, the usual, do you have any package for Igor to take to your guest room.. " he hesitated "propably not, don't worry, you'll be provided with what you require. If you are not tired, why don't you sit down and tell me a bit about yourself?" <br><br>The old man said, watching you, flexing his arms slowly, perhaps some sort of rheuma. <br><br>"For example, what kind of drink do you like?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 15:24:21</strong>
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				Patrick shook his head to confirm that he had nothing with him. "I can fetch things tomorrow," he suggested.<br><br>He took the seat the old man had gestured to. "Oh, I'm not really much for drinking, just coffee usually. But I'll have a pint now and then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 16:03:55</strong>
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				"The will be fetched for you, lean back and relax, you are my guest." the old&nbsp; man insisted.<br><br>"Coffee hmnn.. makes it too bitter. A pint of what, I fear my choices of beers is limited to strong ones." he nodded to you, smirking ever so slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 06:29:21</strong>
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				He must have meant someone made coffee too bitter, what else would he mean? "Mostly what's on tap, Guinness if it's the real thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 19:31:42</strong>
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				"you should really try some good wine, but oh well, perhaps later." the old man commented, ringing a bell, ordering Igor to bring himself some rather dark looking red wine, while you get a dark guiness in the bottle.<br><br>"so, to return to my question.. " he said, holding the glas in an expertised grip "tell me more about yourself" he said, in a somewhat demanding- authorative tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 21:33:44</strong>
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				Patrick took the glass with a nod in Igor's general direction... still not believing that was really his name, suspecting more and more that this whole thing was some kind of elaborate joke...<br><br>He focused on the old man as he spoke up. "Well, ah, where to start... um... I'm single. Only child, my parents aren't around any more..." He was aware that he was sharing more than usual... that he shouldn't be telling this strange old man how few people would miss him if he disappeared... but he also knew he could not risk lying in case the man already knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 20:45:43</strong>
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				The man listened, sipping his wine "Good good, wery good, wery interesting" he kept mumbling, propably a habit, perhaps fitting to his habit of asking strange questions.<br><br>"what about your relationships so far, been with many women? many men?" he chuckled "I've seen a lot in my many years."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 00:51:47</strong>
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				Patrick raised his eyebrows at the question, especially the second part - he wondered if that was what the old man wanted, and very much hoped not. "Uh, no. Not many women. And no men." It was true, he hadn't really shared his private life, his private interests. Especially one secret...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 21:39:30</strong>
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				"Inexperience? interesting" The man chuckled, either reading your thoughts or at least your intentions.. "Don't worry, I'm not into men, if you where a cute obediant girl you'd need to.. worry. " he smirked, sipping a bit more wine, adding..<br><br>"not thirsty?" looking over to your drink. "I've had many lovers. More then you would believe, but it is hard to settle, to find the right one, sometimes I think, the right one needs not be found, but carefully crafted, by a higher power."<br><br>He chuckled, coughing slightly "I must have offended the very same don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 00:15:12</strong>
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				Patrick quickly took a sip as the old man looked at his glass, partially to have a reason to look away fom those penetrating eyes.<br><br>Realising the last question wasn't rhetorical, he set the glass down again. "Ah, well, I never... thought of it that way..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 21:12:52</strong>
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				*You get slightly dizzy.. perhaps the booz is stronger then you thought.*<br><br>"hmnnn.. You are not the talkative kind, are you? " the old man chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 02:42:01</strong>
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				"Not... really..." Patrick said quietly, blinking to try and get his eyes to focus properly. "I'm more... backroom than marketing, just... get me on the right subject and I can be... but..." He shook his head, blinking again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 11:53:34</strong>
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				Hmnn? *the old man smiled* continue, have another drink*he nodded, getting up slowly* uffff.. <br><br>Backroom marketing hmn?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 01:19:06</strong>
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				"Well, ah, I as always better with ideas than people." Patrick paused, looking to see if the old man was going to want his help getting up... and wishing he had, because now he was looming over him, rather closer than he would have preferred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 13:43:13</strong>
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				He smiles to you, leaning over more, .. licking his lips.<br><br>"Have another drink will you?" he demanded, strangely authorative towering over you, while you feel all the more dizzy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-05-2012, 02:37:17</strong>
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				"Ah, oh, of course," Patrick nodded vaguely, agreeing more out of courtesy than desire... and more out of confusion than courtesy... and more out of worry than confusion...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 23:36:03</strong>
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				You feel more dizzy, your head getting heavy, the old man leaning over you, you feel as if something is.. stabbing your neck? <br><br>Only to wake up, covered in sweat, in a rather luxurious bed, though the room is darkened, so you cannot see much, it must be in the middle of the night. Your body feels somewhat hot..&nbsp; did you have a nightmare?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 20:18:00</strong>
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				I gasp and open my eyes, reaching up to touch my neck, probing with my fingers for cuts or scars. I glance around in the faint light from the moon between the curtains, looking for a lamp or something...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 22:34:37</strong>
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				There is a small spot that hurts.. two small spots. but something in you tell you that they are not important. you are in a semi dark droom, making out only the shapes of furniture around you a bed.. a table.. some closet?..there is a candle, but no lamp, very retro, if you have a lighter you can light it, or you could search the nightstand the candle is on for matches if you don't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 00:46:04</strong>
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				I touch the aching spots lightly with my fingertips even as I look around through the gloom. I look down to my clothes, am I still dressed? Not that I would have a lighter anyway, but... my phone has a light on it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 20:48:02</strong>
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				*only in underwear. the spots itch a little and again you kind of want to forget about them. your clothes aren't there apart from underwear, and you feel drowsy. strange to have a hungover from just that, but perhaps you are imagining things as well. If you search around a little however you can kind of guess your way to a chair wich is occupied by clothings.. though they are not what you arrived with.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 23:47:30</strong>
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				"Shit..." I whisper to myself as I find I've been stripped to my underwear, unable to speak at full volume with my sore throat.<br><br>The old man said he wasn't interested in me like that, so what <em>does</em> he want?<br><br>I stumble over to the chair to examine the clothes draped over it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 23:28:08</strong>
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				*the clothes seem to be rather vuluminous. as you unfold them they seem to be more like a one piece dress then well trousers, T-shirts,.. proper clothing!*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 04:37:26</strong>
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				"W...what?" I murmur to myself as I lift up the... dress? nightdress? whatever it is to look at it, touching the material.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roleplay Frog</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 23:09:29</strong>
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				*It's actually rather expensive silk seemingly, still, the more you touch the surer you are it's a dress appropriate to a woman.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Demand (Beatrice Black and Deva)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 01:04:44</strong>
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				I drop it back on the chair, stepping back, in shock. "What is this?" I ask the empty room, regaining my voice a little.
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