A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]
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				Title: <strong>A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IronKitten</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 19:42:05</strong>
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				The problem with being out at a party all night is that, it isn't terribly fun when somebody else is forcing you to do it. Being a charming young woman bred to present that specific front of Victorian femininity, Silvie's smile never wavered, and she never said word one--but oh, how comfortable a bed would feel! She was a delicate thing; with her hair pulled up into big black curls and her green eyes large and curious, she could practically have been mistaken for a living doll.<br><br>People everywhere chatted and danced and suffocated one another, and Silvie's head swam with exhaustion--party after party, making oneself part of the Victorian social scene, accepting calling cards and invitations and all the while keeping her eyes peeled for potential husbands...there was only so much a girl could take, even if she enjoyed it now and again.<br><br>As the current conversation came to an end and the other party drifted off, Silvie turned and glanced to her mother, lowering her voice. "May we go? I'm exhausted."<br><br>"We've only just arrived," her mother replied with a none-too-patient sigh, gesturing to the room. "Go on, then. Socialize, dance, be your lovely self. Your mother has some business to take care of."<br><br>Silvie felt the urge to roll her eyes--oh, what scandal, a young woman such as her being left alone at a party. It would be an embarrassment, truly--poor Silvie left alone while her mother goes and maintains one of a thousand affairs. The tired girl hid a smirk, and then a yawn, and found herself too drained already to speak to a bunch of nattering women as she usually did; instead, she found a quiet place against the wall, fanning herself idly and wondering how possible it was to fall asleep standing up without anybody noticing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tulgey</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 22:07:14</strong>
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				Marcellus stood in an out of the way corner, his eyes watching the young women he now knew to be named Silvie. Of all the people at the party she was the only one that had caught his eye. He had come to the party with a purpose, one that he was sure was very different from the mass of social climbers. <br><br>He had perused them all and found each one lacking with the one exception. Since then he had focused on her all night, appraising her mannerisms, her interactions, and her body. He did this the way a man might evaluate a work of art, as a thing to be possessed. She was exactly what he wanted. <br><br>“Silvie.” He tasted every syllable and smiled to himself, liking the way her name rolled of his tongue. Yes it had to be her. <br><br>So he sat back and waited his opportunity, sky blue eyes never loosing sight of her. He knew it would come; her growing boredom was written all over her, and though she could hide it from every one else, she could not hide it from him. <br><br>Marcellus continued to amuse himself, listening in on partygoers as they exchanged pleasant lies and told tall tales, and watching the young women swirl around like flowers in the wind. He waited and listened until he heard what he had been waiting for.&nbsp; <br><br>“…be your lovely self. Your mother has some business to take care of."<br><br>Marcellus looked over in time to see Silvie’s mother leave her daughter to peruse her own, doubtless adulterous, busyness. He smiled as he wondered how the woman would have felt if she had known this would most likely be the last she ever saw of Silvie. He watched as the girl detached herself from the crowd a leaned against a wall fanning herself. <br><br>Standing, Marcellus eased his way through the crowd to were she stood, preparing himself for the game. He put on his most charming and gentlemanly air and approached smiling. “I beg your pardon my dear lady, but you seem to be quite alone. Would you perhaps enjoy some company?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IronKitten</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 04:33:12</strong>
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				Oh, why did they have to make dresses so difficult to breathe in, and shoes so difficult to stand in, and parties so full of people that the room was nearly a sauna? Everything was just contributing to her exhaustion, it was a grand conspiracy to drive her mad with boredom and sleep-deprivation. And look! Now the conspirators send someone to further torture her with his acquaintance--although she supposed he was handsome, and, like every man she knew, quite polite to her. <br><br>So, the girl smiled sweetly. "That would be quite welcome, sir!" Then, she curtseyed and extended her hand, saying, "Sylvia Scott, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please do forgive the lack of proper introduction, my chaperon is...occupied." A polite-if-wavering smile crossed her features, one perhaps touched by anxiety for the sake of the possible scandal she had earlier mocked to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tulgey</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 05:54:21</strong>
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				The poor thing seemed annoyed, by his presence. Marcellus smiled internally as he realized that the young women before him believed him to be merely another man come to chat her up. Perhaps with the base intention of luring her off to some corner both dark and close. <br><br>He had to admit it was somewhat of a surprise that she did not instantly swoon in his presence. But then, he supposed, if she had she would not be worth the time and effort. <br><br>He inclined his head and gave a slight bow. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. Scott. My name is Marcellus Hayward. Indeed, I must admit I approached you precisely because your chaperone is occupied.”<br><br>At this point he paused to lean in conspiratorially and, with a roguish smile whispered to her. “If I’m being to forward I apologies, but you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself here. I must confess I find the place rather crowded and would seek some fresh air. However I think I would find your company even more refreshing. Would you mind terribly if I requested you accompany me on a little stroll?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IronKitten</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 17:13:22</strong>
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				Silvie arched a brow at Marcellus' words, closing her fan and resting the tip of it upon her right cheek as though in contemplation. "Well indeed, good sir, you are being <em>quite</em> forward. And I am a lady to be treated with respect--but at the same time," her lips quirked it a smirk and she glanced around before looking back to the man, "I'm afraid I find myself rather suffocating in this place--it <em>is</em> a rather dreadful affair, isn't it."<br><br>The girl stood upon the toes of her shoes, a rather uncomfortable feat if nothing else, and gazed over a sea of heads until she spotted a door which looked promising.<br><br>"There," she said brightly, gesturing with her fan, "the gardens seem to be that way; all we have to do is make our way through the crowd without being crushed to powder, and we shall be able to breathe again!" Her petite hand slipped into Marcellus' elbow and she gestured with her free one, offering him a smile.<br><br>"If you might be so kind as to lead to way? You seem like the type of gentleman for whom the crowd moves and not the other way around."<br><br>Flattery had always got her everywhere before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tulgey</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:33:00</strong>
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				Marcellus smiled at the compliment and the show of perception. “Of course my lady.”<br><br>Moving through a crowd as dense as this was more about feelings than manners. People had to feel that you had the right to move through them. That was an impression Marcellus had no problem giving. The beautiful young women at his arm only served as another testament to his superiority. Why should he not have the most stunning beauty at the party, and why should anyone stand in his way? <br><br>Outside in the garden the air was cool and a night breeze rustled the roses and the trees wrapping the pair in a cocoon of sweet scents. The cloud framed moon served to bask the garden in a sliver light that glinted of the water of a small pond. <br><br>Out in the open, empty night Marcellus felt so much more alive. This was where he belonged, not packed in a room like a match in a box. Now that he had her outside he knew nothing could hinder him. Out here it was only a matter of playing the game. <br><br>Marcellus looked down at Silvie and smiled as he lead her deeper into the garden. “I am pleased you saw fit to join me on this stroll Ms. Scott, and honored by your faith in my good character. The sight of your radiance in the moonlight has certainly enhanced the pleasure of this evening.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IronKitten</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:48:18</strong>
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				As soon as the pair emerged into the garden, Silvie took a deep breath and gave a sigh; the cooler air clung to the warm flesh left exposed by her dress and proved a magnificent, welcome relief. Giving her shoulders a subtle little roll to work their kinks out, the girl offered a smile to Marcellus.<br><br>"But of course, Mister Hayward, it's an absolute pleasure--oh, you do flatter me." She offered a small chuckle, perhaps a rather disbelieving one at his compliment, but said nothing to disagree with him one way or the other. <br><br>As they passed by a taller bush of roses, Silvie tucked away her fan and reached out, brushing her fingertips over the petals and smiling faintly to herself before arching a brow up at Marcellus.<br><br>"So, good sir, do tell--do you make it a habit of preying on bored young women at parties? Or am I simply a special case?"<br><br>Her wry smile spoke of the fact that she had no idea there was literal truth to her words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pretty Pet [IronKitten and Tulgeyman]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tulgey</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 20:38:10</strong>
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				Marcellus was quite amused by Silvie’s ability to unknowingly cut to the heart of the matter. He smiled a smile that while outwardly polite, seemed to hide something a little less kind. “No Miss Scott. I do not, as you say, make a habit of preying on bored young women at parties. You are correct, however, in referring to yourself as a ‘special case’.”<br><br>As he spoke Marcellus walked the garden path, each step taking them further from the lights, chatter, and warmth of the party, and deeper in to the cool darkness of the moonlight garden.<br><br>“Indeed, before you caught my attention I had been contemplating taking my leave. Of all the people there you, my dear Sylvia, were the only one I deemed worthy of my time and interest. You with all your qualities so long sought and finally found.”<br><br>The smile that was slowly growing on Marcellus’s face was becoming increasingly unfriendly and was not at all gentlemanly, and with his free hand he now held Sylvia tight to his elbow. <br>
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