The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 14:37:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;Charles Moriarty placed the stolen Ottoman in the drawing room. It was a good fit. This had belonged to his now late Uncle James and it had been reposessed some time in the 1950s and now it was back where it belonged.<br><br>&nbsp;There was the small matter of the blonde haired woman he had spotted while he was casing various antique stores. The way she moved and talked made her appear to be somehow involved in law enforcement or crime solving.<br><br>&nbsp;This was especially worrying. If she learned the secrets of this Manor things could easily become more complicated. He hadn't noticed her following him when he finally stole, no rightfully reclaimed, the latest item for the Moriarty family but it paid to be careful. He looked out the study's window careful not to be spotted himself and noticed a familiar golden haired figure moving in the darkness...
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 15:59:53</strong>
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				It was her first self assigned 'case' since she moved to the United States and she felt actually guilty about it. When she had left her home in London she had promised several people to stay out of troubles in 'The Colonies'. Her usual safety net was absent here. She was just a freshman exchange student with little to no connections with any legal party that had any kind of jurisdiction here.<br><br>And yet she could not stop herself. Charlotte Holmes was a young woman with a curiosity beyond compare and ever since she was 8 she had put her nose in affairs that were better left alone by a girl, and often with success. It was no surprise to anyone around her that she went after a degree in criminal psychology. Going to America had been a great adventure so far and she had a lot of friends. But none of them shared her taste for mysteries, not quite on her level.<br><br>And so there was this…case…of stolen antiques, some very special items, some rather normal, a very eclectic collection, assembled from various owners and shops, with no real connection to each other. Except for…as far as she could tell….the fact that all the items had held the interest of a Mr Charles Moriarty. Especially the last stolen item, a genuine Ottoman, had proven a connection, since she had actually witnessed him near the item, not long before it had disappeared.<br><br>She could not outright confront him, no she needed more evidence. That is why, on the Friday of a three day weekend, she was sneaking through the garden of the Moriarty Manor. A creepy place, especially in the dark. She was looking for an easy entrance, all decked in black (a tight turtle neck and a black pair of work out leggings), her camera neatly tucked away in the safety belt underneath her shirt. She held her breath as her gloved hand reached for a door that looked like it would go to the garage.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 16:14:31</strong>
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				The door actually led through to a servant's entrance, through mundane looking quarters and out there into a narrow hallway. The hallway led into a foyer, an octagonal room with only one entrance and four portraits. One of an old lady, a demure young woman, a bearded man in the dress of minor nobility, and a man with 19th century sideburns. <br><br>&nbsp;As Charlotte walked into the room Moriarty watched from hiding, through one of several small cameras he had hidden throughout the mansion for observation purposes. <br><br>&nbsp;The entrance she had walked through when she entered the foyer suddenly slammed shut, becoming a solid wood panel.<br><br>&nbsp;A ghostly voice echoed, "Welcome foolish mortal. Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm? And consider this dismaying observation: this chamber has no windows, and no doors... which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" <br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty chuckled. Uncle Paul always had that melodramatic flare to him. Hence the reason he'd been a popular actor in the 1920s and 30s before he'd died in an auto accident. <br><br>&nbsp;Indeed the room seemed to stretch, showing the portraits of the past residents' fates: <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* A bearded man is seen in the dress of minor nobility... and red and white striped boxer shorts... while standing on a keg of dynamite...with a lit fuse.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; * A young demure woman holding a parasol... and calmly balancing on an unraveling tightrope... above the hungry jaws of a waiting crocodile.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; * An old lady sits... atop a tall gravestone... which features the bust of a man with an axe through his head.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; * A man with sideburns sitting... on a fat, mustachioed man who is sitting... atop a lean, pale-looking gentleman... who is chest-deep in quicksand.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 16:29:03</strong>
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				When the door slammed shut behind her, she jumped, bright blue eyes wide, glancing around, over her shoulder again and again, her breath rapidly growing more shallow. She managed to stifle her scream with her own hand&nbsp; as the eerie voice filled the room, her heart doing summersaults right before she cringed against the wall, sitting on the floor, hugging her legs in sheer terror.<br><br>Terror that only grew as she realized the floor was slowly sinking…or the wall was slowly growing longer, dragging her back against the panels as it went on and revealed terrifying picture after terrifying picture.<br><br>She was in a state of shock, still cowering on the floor as the paintings seemed to stop growing, half hoping this was a prank, but knowing that even if it was a prank, it had not been played by a pleasant soul. The alternative was however even more gruesome. It meant the silly stories would be true…This Mansion was haunted !<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 16:38:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;Oh yes. Uncle Paul had a flare for the terrifying. These elaborate traps had been a feature of the Manor since it's construction.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;The hall opened into a long, narrow corridor with long windows too narrow to climb through and anyway locked that exposed the thunderstorm outside. The other side of the wall was lined with pictures. Each flash of lightning revealed a new and terrifying side to seemingly mundane paintings (a demure young woman sprouting snakes from her scalp (a la Medusa), a magnificent sailing ship at sea becoming a tattered and ghostly version thereof in a storm, and others). As she walked by the busts of a grim looking man and woman seemed to follow her movements.<br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty watched as Charlotte started through that narrow hall, chuckling. The hall only lead deeper into the manor and it's maze like innards...
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 16:53:29</strong>
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				When the room came to a halt and the door unlocked she didn't think. She crawled, then ran into the corridor, catching her breath agains the cold stone wall for a moment. That could have easily ended much much worse.<br><br>Inwardly she muttered when she discovered the windows were too narrow to use as an escape route. Then suddenly the flash changes every single picture in the room, for just a moment. Had there even been a thunderstorm outside when she came ?<br><br>"Dear Lord..." She whispered to herself as she stumbled onward, knowing for sure the statues were watching her. Enough of that rubbish....she was only scaring herself. Granted, she had most expert help in the matter, but there was nothing to fear but fear itself, she rationalized.&nbsp; Hadn't the previous owner been an actor. Artists have the reputation to be eccentric and sometimes their decoration is just as eccentric. “It’s just stage magic, parlor tricks” she told herself.<br><br>A little voice in the back of her head told her this was the time to just call for help, lie about stumbling in from the storm and depart quickly. But no. She had come this far and she would not leave without finding evidence.&nbsp; She idly wondered if there would be something on her list in this corridor…or perhaps further down, behind that door ?&nbsp; She wished she had brought a torch light, normally she was a partial to just let your eyes get used to the darkness. In this house…that was not a good idea.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 18:38:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;Charles laughed again silently to himself. There were many trick doors, secret passages, and dead ends in the Manor and it appeared that this girl was headed for one he knew was locked, a door he'd locked from the other side and wouldn't unlock unless you had the key.<br><br>&nbsp;It was as her eyes were adjusting that there was a sound of wood paneling sliding open from behind her, masked by the thunderstorm outside.<br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty crept up closer to the girl, pad soaked in chloroform at the ready, he came in from behind her, grabbing her by the mouth and pulling her to him. God she was definitely an attractive intruder, but an intruder nonetheless. <em>I guess I can have fun with this one for a bit...</em> Moriarty thought as he pulled her against him, her behind rubbing against his hardening manhood in her struggles. His left hand cupped a breast from behind as he was chloroforming her, waiting till she would pass out. 
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 19:10:02</strong>
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				It was dark in here. And creepy. The house and the lightening outside did not help.<br><br>But if she could do this, she could show them at home that she was not that stupid little girl that got her dress caught in barbed wire while sneaking around anymore.&nbsp; She was a criminal psychology freshman and she knew what she was doing. Drats. The door was locked. Her fingers fumbled for the ring of skeleton keys that she kept on the small beltbag. "Gotcha..." she whispered. The lightening stroke again as she started to pick the lock and suddenly she felt an arm snaking around her, one clamping over her mouth and nose. Instantly she realized that the sweet smelling rag was meant to put her out. <br><br>She panicked and started to struggle, squirming against the strong man that head her tightly until she started to slip. The fight made her breathe in deeper, speeding up the process.&nbsp; “HMPF !!!” She screamed against his hand, her blue eyes opened wide and afraid.&nbsp; His free hand dwelled to her soft bossom and she realized that she was rubbing against an erection. He was turned all by this....<br>At that she froze for a moment, gasping, shaking her head wilder. No... NO !<br><br>And then the world went dark. Her lite body sagged lifelessly into his hold.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 19:56:09</strong>
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				After she lost consciousness Moriarty got to binding her. He first bound her hands behind her back with a length of rope at the wrists binding them palm to palm. He noticed with great satisfaction that it made her breasts stick out a little more. He tied her knees together with a length of rope and then tied her ankles up. He slung her over his left shoulder, running his hands down her buttocks and thighs carrying her towards the Drawing Room.<br><br>The first floor drawing room was a small room with large windows. The storm still sounded outside as Moriarty sat Charlotte on an overstuffed couch, waiting for her to awaken. As he waited her groped one breast and then the other through the turtleneck and bra. He couldn't wait to get that off her.<br><br>&nbsp;He seated her on his lap, on top of his growing erection and cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing and massaging them...
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 00:25:43</strong>
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				Long before there was any sign of her regaining consciousness, her nipples awakened. A natural bodily reaction to his attentions. Her breasts are just over a hand full, firm too feel but soft to squeeze, the silk of her bra smooth underneath the thin fabric of the turtleneck. <br><br>The next thing that happens is a slow gyrating of her hips, her buttocks slowly circling on his lap. A soft throatily groan falls from her lips, the first sign of her coming to. <br><br>Half in the trance of instinctive movements, half clouded by the effects of the chloroform her mind slowly starts to push through the shroud. She bites her lip, gasping softly and then her eyes start to flutter.<br><br>Within seconds everything changes. “What..Who…” her mouth is dry and her voice is hoarse.&nbsp; “No !”&nbsp; The realisation of being pressed against an unknown man, feeling, seeing his roaming hands. She tries to look over her shoulder, starts to struggle and soon realizes her limbs are bound tightly and all that squirming away accomplishes is grinding her buttocks over the erection that he holds against her.&nbsp; “Let go of me !” She demands, frozen, in near tears.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 00:34:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;"We're gonna need to keep you quiet." Moriarty said as he took a wad of cloth from his pocket. At the word 'go',&nbsp; Moriarty stuffed the rag into Charlotte's mouth holding it inside with a cupped hand. He tied the rag inside her lips with a strip of black silk, knotting it hard behind her head.<br><br>&nbsp;"It looks like someone's aroused..." Moriarty commented as he cupped Charlotte's breasts, which were now hard. <br><br>&nbsp;"I suppose this has something to do with the thefts of antiques throughout town...Yes it does? Well you'll find out regarding why this is the case. Unfortunately you won't be able to do a thing about it." Moriarty said as he cupped both of Charlotte's breasts and squeezed. <br><br>&nbsp;"We're gonna have plenty of fun with you, before I decide what your fate is..." Moriarty said.
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 00:46:52</strong>
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				“HMPF” she protested, every muscle in her body strained, bucking as he tightens the gag behind her head, shaking it repetitively.&nbsp; <br><br>She started to struggle harder as he commented on the state of her nipples, continues to cup, touch, squeeze her, her protests now muffled. She glanced sideways at her attacker, having already recognized his voice, she now knew who he was. Her eyes attentive and very afraid, her nostrils flaring. She takes his words serious, the struggling subsides and is replaced with a soft shake of her head, the sounds behind the gag pleading. Meek and terrified. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 01:00:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;"We're gonna need to get some of those nasty clothes off you, because I think you have much too much on in the way of clothes." Moriarty said as he slung Charlotte over his shoulder, running his hand down her buttocks and thighs as he walked around in twists and turns to get her confused and disoriented. He moved up and down staircases and through winding halls until he came to a heavy oaken door which he threw open. <br><br>&nbsp;He walked into the study and closed the heavy wooden door behind him and locked it with a key. He seated her on the overstuffed couch, putting her purse on the nearby table. He went through the contents.<br><br>&nbsp;"Charlotte Holmes? No relation to Sherlock Holmes, of my great grandfather's ilk is he?" Moriarty said, "How ironic that my great grandfather's old foe comes to bother me. Although I don't quite think he had half the perks that I do in my case..."<br><br>&nbsp;As he said perks he cupped one of Charlotte's breasts. <br><br>&nbsp;"Lock picks, skeleton keys, all gadgets we should be rid of, and this pesky mobile phone." The phone began to ring as Moriarty set Charlotte on his lap, fitting his hands over her breasts saying, "Should we say that you're a bit tied up at the moment..." <br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty laughed at his own joke and as the phone's voicemail picked up. "We'll also need to get rid of some of those clothes." <br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty pointed a small gun to Charlotte's head. "I'm going to untie you in a few moments, but you'd best do exactly what I say...understand?" 
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 01:35:38</strong>
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				She struggled and wriggled as he hoisted her over his shoulder, only to freeze when he rubbed his hand along her thighs. She then clenched her buttocks and just whimpered with growing dizziness as he carried her through every nook and hallway of the mansion, or so it seemed. <br><br>She closed her eyes as she heard the lock of the door snap shut, as if that weren’t the least of her problems… She watched him, murmuring useless protests as he went through her stuff.<br><br>Yes, She was indeed a relative of Sherlock. He was her grandfathers uncle. The Holmes on her side, however were in shipping. Her father in particular owned a large ferry company. Her curiosity had to be genetic however. But Sherlock had never gotten himself in these kind of troubles.<br>She too had seen the humour that it was the family Moriarty owned the very house she set out to investigate. It had actually made her decide to do it in the first place. It sounded righteous.<br><br>She jumped when her phone started to ring. The ring tone the theme song of her favourite American hospital series. She glared as he made jokes about her predicament, hearing the sound drown out and knowing someone was listening to her voicemail. Someone was looking for her.<br><br>It wasn’t the first time she had had a gun aimed at her, but somehow this was different. No one had ever told her they were going to do undress her before. And no one, absolutely no one had touched her this intimately before this.<br><br>But all she could do was nod. Being untied would increase her chances. She needed to play her cards right, perhaps she could knock him out and run.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 02:02:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Leave that gag on," He said, "I want you to take off your clothes. Leave the panties on, but take everything else off, slowly." <br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty untied her wrists and stood between her and the only entrance or exit to the room, pointing the gun. "After you've gotten properly undressed, turn around and cross your hands behind you." <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 02:36:28</strong>
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				That’s not exactly what she had in mind. If she could only talk to him… convince him this was so wrong in more than one way. But now all she could do was avoid to provoke his ire.&nbsp; Her nostrils widened as she took a deep breath, slowly pulling the thin turtle neck over her head, revealing her perfect insy bellybutton and a padded half cupped silken bra, black with pink polka dots.&nbsp; <br><br>Goosebumps grew on her bare arms, slowly reaching for the rope around her knees and ankles, watching him, as if asking for permission. Was she supposed to undo them ? Her fingers wriggled to open the tight knots, unravelling the rope around her knees, then her hands slit down to her ankles. She stood bend over, her breasts swaying slightly, her bare back visible and the tight fabric of her legging stretching around her buttocks, perhaps making him wonder if she even wore panties underneath.<br><br>As she slowly started to roll down her pants, however it soon became apparent that she is.&nbsp; A tiny, frilly thong in the same pattern and fabric as her bra. She stepped out of her shoes and the pants, only in her underwear now.&nbsp; Her face as pink as the bright dots of the only clothing she has left.<br><br>Her fingers trembled as she reached for the clasp of her bra, sliding the small piece of lingerie&nbsp; off her shoulders and arms as her breasts bounced gently.<br><br>Only two shiny black pieces of cloth covered her, ironically both of them were covering her lush pink lips.&nbsp; Her panties and his gag.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 03:11:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;As she turned around and crossed her hands behind her, Moriarty came up behind and then tied her hands behind her back. He seated her back down on the couch and tied her knees and ankles back up. He seated Charlotte onto his lap fitting his hands over her bare breasts, squeezing and massaging them. "Very nice...very nice..." Moriarty muttered.<br><br>&nbsp;"We've got to get rid of all these nasty clothes and everything else." Moriarty said, "But I'm gonna have to leave the room...can you be a good little girl while I do that? Of course you can..."<br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty gathered all of Charlotte's clothes. "I'll dispose of your clothes, except for your bra, it'll make a lovely souvenier. The rest of your stuff I'll use or destroy as I see fit...I am intrigued to check out your cell phone and who you're talking to." <br><br>&nbsp;"Remember, be a good little girl..." Moriarty warned and twisted Charlotte's right nipple, hard, then tightened her gag before taking her clothes and shoes and purse and other equipment out of the room. He locked the heavy oaken door from the outside so Charlotte couldn't get out if she somehow got untied. As she sat there there was a bust of Dante that seemed to stare directly at her nipples...
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 03:37:45</strong>
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				Out of a less than rational instinct she turned away from the statue, assessing her environment. There were bookshelves and a desk and a window looking out on the grounds. The room had an eerie feeling, but so did the whole house. Beautiful, classic, but somewhat…off…<br><br>Suddenly her eye fell on the letter opener on the desk.&nbsp; “Remember, Be a good girl” Echoed the voice of her assailant in her head. Yeah…right. She wriggled and squirmed on the overstuffed couch until she bounced down to the floor, wincing at the sudden pain in her breasts as they slammed down hard with the fall, then bounced up and down. <br><br>But she was down on the floor. Slowly she wriggled her way over to the desk like a caterpillar, propping her legs up, then pushing her behind backwards only to pull her knees up again. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each and every move and swayed from left to right as she squirmed her way upwards. inch by inch, buttock against the side of the desk until they reached the desktop. <br><br>She was out of breath by the excertion and had to catch her breath, her skin glistening slighty with sweat. Her hands fish and fumble to get the opener off the desk, unable to see it and having a hard way to get to it. Her breasts sway from left to right as she scrambles for the letter opener.&nbsp; Finally her fingers seemed to be able to clutch it. She exhaled. Good. <br><br>And now for the hard part. Cutting the rope<br>
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 03:47:45</strong>
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				She aimed the opener between her wrist, sliding the sharp side&nbsp; over the rope, cutting millimetre after millimetre.&nbsp; Her body was bent backwards over the desk, her spine arched as far as she could. As the rope gave she let out a sigh and straightened up, rubbing her sore neck, then pulling the gag down and the wad out of her mouth.&nbsp; God that felt good. She flexed her jaws, her mouth was dry and her chewing muscles hurt, but that was just a mild discomfort compared to the gag.<br><br>Quickly she dipped to undo the knee and ankle bindings, giving the statue a full glance of the little string of lace that peeked out between her buttocks plus the glutes on its left and right.&nbsp; She pushed her hair back with her hand, golden ringlets curling around her fingers.&nbsp; “Good…and now for a quick exit before he gets back….” <br><br>He took her kit but that didn’t mean she couldn’t pick the look. It would just probably take too much time. She looked carefully for a secret exit, as she was sure by now ever single room in this house had one. The bookcase ? A secret hatch ? She needed to think fast and act even faster. She needed to be out of this room upon her kidnappers return.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 03:53:27</strong>
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				There was just something unusual about the whole of the room. There was something about the book case, like there was a little less dust around the edges than there normally was. Not to mention a little paint seemed to be peeling around the edge. <br><br>The lightning flashed outside and it revealed the paint scraping and the lesser amounts of dust around the top of the book shelf nearest the wall.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:04:43</strong>
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				She put a chair underneath the doorhandle to prevend Moriarty to come on unexpected. listening intently for footsteps on the stairs as her eyes searched for a lever, a button, a book that looked unarranged.&nbsp; <br><br>It was colder in there room that she thought, her nipples hardened from the tempearture alone and she shivered slightly. Though that might have been provoked by other circumstances as well.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:16:35</strong>
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				There was a small paper on the bookshelf. It said on it "Near the bust of Dante, remember the Divine Comedy." <br><br>The bust of Dante that Charlotte turned away from had three plates each labeled. One read Inferno, the other read Purgatorio, and the last Paradiso.&nbsp; They were out of order, all she had to do was arrange them in order to open the shelf.
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:25:37</strong>
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				A paper ? It couldn't be that easy...could it ?&nbsp; But beggars, can't be choosers, especially no when trapped and half naked. She moves closer to the statue, eyeing it suspiciously, her fingers sliding over it to see if she can feel a switch or a lever, somewhat afraid that the ground wil swallow her once she flicks it.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:27:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;As Charlotte inserted the three metal plates into the rectangles on the statue, the head of the statues slid back to reveal a small lever mechanism. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:36:20</strong>
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				She idly wondered if the reference to Dante's Comedia Divina was a reference to her own situation. She didn't fancy much going through nine levels of hell plus the terraces of purgatory to get back home. But if such were true....were the humiliating groping and her having to undress in front of Mortiarty’s eyes the first two of nine ? <br><br>She swallowed as she moved the lever towards her, suddenly not only feeling very cold but very vulnerable too. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:40:23</strong>
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				The sound of the shelf sliding to one side could be heard and it revealed a dark tunnel-like space. As Charlotte walked through the tunnel with it's inky, stygian coldness, the darkness engulfed her. And the passage led into a long, windowless corridor lit only dimly by a combination of candles and recently installed electric lamps. The corridor was lined with portraits of severe and judgemental looking older men and reserved and almost scornful looking older women. Busts of the same also lined the corridor. <br><br>&nbsp;As Charlotte walked along the hall, it seemed that the eyes of the portraits followed her movements, seeming to examine her half-naked body. The stone heads of the busts followed her movements down the hall...
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:52:20</strong>
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				She couldn't help but rubbing her upper arms as she slowy moved to the suffocating darkness, never have been so relieved to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The cold seeped into her feet, leaving her delicate toes freezing and her skin almost icy to touch. She shivered. The lit hallway was slightly warmer, but not by much. She cringed, trying to rationalize the feeling of being watched by the paintings, of whom she was positive they actually were. <br><br>"Just a trick of the mind" she told herself "You are paranoid and rightfully so...." The mass of her blonde curls, engulfing her shoulder and partially covering her chest, and her pale skin made her almost look like a lost angel in this spooky place. A fallen angel that tried to find her way back to heaven. But just plain out of this carnival contraption was close enough for now.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:57:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;There was a room with an upstairs sitting area and a fireplace with another creepy portrait, this one of the late Professor Moriarty. As she moved into this room another panel shut behind her, leaving her out of the corridor, but leaving her at a room that seemed to be a dead end.<br><br>&nbsp;Professor Moriarty's portrait seemed to be staring directly at her nipples, hard from the chill and something else. "Welcome foolish mortal. Your heaving bosom betrays the need for a certain garment..." the ghostly voice from the foyer sounded once more.<br><br>&nbsp;From hiding, Moriarty laughed. 'A certain garment' that was rich. Uncle Paul again topped his melodrama and dreariness and dark humor to a new level this time. 
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 05:03:10</strong>
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				She turned on her heels as she heard the panel close her passage off. “No…please..” She whispered, rapidly developing a claustrophobic feeling. She stared at the leering picture and as the voice began to speak she rubbed her upper arms, covering her breasts. <br><br>“I would like all of my clothes back. Who are you ? Why are you doing this ? I was just lost…hiding out from the rain. I don’t know what you are doing here. And I won’t tell anyone either…please…just let me go home ?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 05:09:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;Professor Moriarty's portrait seemed to want to peer through Charlotte's arms to see her nipples. As she covered up her bra floated in mid air, tantalizingly out of reach. <br><br>&nbsp;"Perhaps our girl might be so kind as to put on a show of the risque variety." The ghostly voice began, "Perhaps our girl could give the Professor an exotic dance, or give her chest a nice massage..."<br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty laughed from hiding, unheard or seen by Charlotte as this all went on. "Earn your underwire back, it's only fair..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 05:18:40</strong>
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				"I am not your girl !" She yelled, sounding far too distressed to actually sound defiant, especially not with the half sob at the end and the red rims underneath her eyes.<br><br>The silence that followed lay heavy in the air. There was no way out of this room. Her captor, obviously using cameras and a voice deformation device had her trapped like fish in a glass bowl. She swallowed as she slowly lowered her arm away from her breasts, lifting the left one up as she cupped it, presenting it to the painting, obviously a cover for his surveilance system. <br><br>"Is that what you want, you pervert.....?&nbsp; Are you touching yourself, watching me ?". In her strife, her brittish accent thickened.<br><br>She slowly let her hands roam over her sensitive breast, her nipples, responsive as ever, growing bigger, than harder, so much more touchy than normal because of the cold. She rolled her thumbs over her breasts as she brought them together, then rubbed them together, spilling wobbling over her hands in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 14:28:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;The bra lowered down just slightly out of reach. But anytime Charlotte made a motion to reach for it, the bra would soar higher up out of reach. <br><br>&nbsp;At the same time, the sound of creaking metal and another secret passage opening could be heard. Across the room from her bra was a spiral staircase.<br><br>&nbsp;"This presents to you an interesting dilemma. The bra, or the staircase." The ghostly voice said. "You can keep trying to reach the bra and later get trapped here. Or go up the staircase and keep trying to find a way out...If you step one step away, the staircase will retract, if you go towards it, it shall remain open..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 14:41:28</strong>
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				She stretched up to her tipytoes to reach the small piece of clothing, then jumped to snatch it, hissing as she came down, her breasts tugging hard in their bounce, swaying slightly before they came to rest again.<br><br>She had little time to recover and utter her frustration as yet another secret passage was revealed to her. She shivers red as she listened to the voice, nervously pushing a stray golden curl behind her ear.<br><br>As much as she craved more modesty, not to mention support, this was too good a chance to miss. On the other hand… as much as entrapment was promised should she stay, there was a good chance the staircase would lead her into an even worse predicament.<br><br>Her eyes moved from the bra to the door.&nbsp; “I have done you no wrong. Why are you being so cruel to me?” She aced the man, as she was sure it was his distorted voice that ringed through the room. Gingerly she moved towards the staircase, careful, a bit afraid something would collapse or the ground give way beneath her feet.&nbsp; For a split second she pondered a to still try and grab the bra. She dismissed the thought and hesitantly put her foot on the first stepl<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 14:50:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;As she walked up the staircase she saw she was in the middle of a grand ballroom. As soon as Charlotte got all the way up the stairs, the secret passage slammed into place. The happy haunts began to materialize as an organ played the tune of a slow waltz. Several translucent couples waltzed across the floor.<br><br>&nbsp;Charlotte's appearance caused several of the ghosts to look at her. No different than if she'd walked half naked into a grand ballroom of the modern age. The women seemed put off, as one woman slapped her partner for looking at Charlotte too hard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 21:39:57</strong>
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				Suddenly Charlotte was mortified about being this exposed.&nbsp; She blushed as she came to the top of the stairs, crossing her arms across the chest to cover her offensive nakedness, her knees slightly pushed together.<br>She felt all the eyes on her, the disapproving and the lecherous, trembling like a leaf.<br><br>“I am sorry…” She said.&nbsp; “Someone kidnapped me and took my clothes.”<br>Her eyes darted through the room, over all the transparent faces, the walls, the tables. She was looking for something, anything to cover her. Drapes, a tablecloth, an afghan, what ever would make her less lewd to look at.<br><br>In the back of her head the voice whispered “Parlour Tricks…these people are not real. They are projections or holographs”.&nbsp; But even as her rational mind tried to block out the humiliating scares she kept apologizing to the non existent guests at this festive ball, that must have been held decennia ago.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 23:25:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;A ghostly server with translucent liquors on his platter walked by brushing against Charlotte's arm. This definitely felt like a person, only a ghost.<br><br>&nbsp;A ghostly young man walked up to Charlotte, extending a hand, "May I have this dance?" <br><br>&nbsp;Again from hiding, Moriarty watched. Ah, yes, young Milton, age of twenty-one, was quite the lady's man in his day, around 1811. Sadly he died in a duel against another man for the hand of a woman. His skills with wooing women were not on a par with his skill aiming the pistol. In fact they were somewhat lacking. His pistol ball missed entirely, but his foe found his mark and killed him. He watched as young Milton began to try to woo Charlotte.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 23:41:51</strong>
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				With mild discomfort she yelped as the servant actually brushed her.<br><br>What sick game was her abductor playing with her mind ?<br><br>Even more discomfort came over her as the young man invited her for a dance.<br><em>He's not real. He's not real. </em> screamed the little voice inside her head, reciting paragraphs of her basic course on hallucinations. <br><br>Was she indeed suffering from delusions ? Perhaps the man had drugged her in some way while she was out cold ? She took the hand, even if only to see if she would feel it. It was there. Not like a real, warm, skin hand, but it was there. She could feel it.<br><br>For a moment she forgot the unimaginable situation she was in, watching the man in front of her. “Who are you ?”&nbsp; She asked, not letting go but not noticing she still held his hand either.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 23:45:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;"I am Milton, Milton Moriarty..." the ghost said, "And I must admit, I've not seen one as attractive or as, er, scantily clad as the like of you about here before..." <br><br>&nbsp;The ghost held out the hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 23:56:58</strong>
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				With a fierce blush, her mind reels back into reality and she covers her breasts again.<br>After scrambling for this slight piece of modesty she looks back and still sees "Milton" standing there.<br><br>"I was abducted... someone took my clothes..." She explains to the ghost, not exactly knowing why. If this is a stage trick it is engineerd by her captor and even if this man, this ghost is real, he is a relative to him.<br>"Charles...Charles Moriarty did this to me..." <br><br>Again she looks around for fabric, cloth, any cloth that will shield her from the eyes in this room.<br>Eyes that are far more real than the paintings that leered at her earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 04:14:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Ah," Milton said, "Well, there is the small matter of meddlers in our family affairs. Charles mentioned that someone was following him, after he took back Dear Aunt Bertie's Ottoman..."<br><br>&nbsp;"Since James Moriarty was shamed by Sherlock Holmes, our family's fortunes dwindled. Many of our old possessions and holdings were reposessed or taken by unscrupulous people..." Another ghostly Moriarty added, an old man.<br><br>&nbsp;"Because of that the good Professor made a vow when he bargained with a magician, that no one of us would move on until we retook all that was taken from us...Charles is the last of us still living to take back all that was stolen, so we can move on or stay here if we so desire." Milton added.<br><br>&nbsp;(OOC - Thought I'd add a shade of gray to the Charles Moriarty character...)
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 07:09:32</strong>
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				(( ;) my heart bleeds))<br><br>She blinked slightly. "Your souls are trapped in this house until all of your possessions are back ?"<br><br><em>Parlour tricks ! He's not real. He is NOT real.</em> But he is. I can feel him !&nbsp; Was she really losing her mind ?<br>She blinked a good few more times and rubbed her temples. But the man was still there, still holding her hand.<br><br>"I am truely sorry for your predicament...But surely you cannot condone your progeny going out to steal and kidnap innocent women ? And..."&nbsp; She covered her breasts with her free again with a sudden realization.&nbsp; "...and treat her like this ? That won't help you...will it ?"<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:28:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;The sound of a passage opening could be heard, across the dance floor was the opening to a narrow hallway. Moriarty wondered if Charlotte would go through the hallway. Trying to convince his deceased kin on what would remove them from moving on if they so chose would be damn near impossible. <br><br>&nbsp;He chuckled. Good old Milton, still trying to hit on the woman, though he was a ghost. Well, despite her half naked state, none of them sympathized, especially since they knew she was kin of Sherlock Holmes...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 06:11:10</strong>
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				Her ears piqued at the sound of an opening door, a way out of this sufficating ballroom full of judgemental ghosts.<br><br>She let go of the man's hand, without a word and slit past him, her eyes intent on the exit, not saying any goodbyes (the man was obviously a figment of her imagination if not technically created) and she started to run. Her uncovered cleavage swaying from left to right, every single muscle of her body straining in her flight. Her bare feet had little grip on the gleaming polished wooden dancefloor. <br><br>She screamed as she slipped, landing on her behind in a rather awkward position in her half naked state, legs spread, up in the air, her hands flat behind her, her breasts somewhat sagging to the left and right of her body. The mumble of the crowd grew and she saw some men closing in on her. She couldn't tell if they intended to help her up...or do something entirely different.&nbsp; Hurriedly she scrambled to her feet and tried to make her way to the passage. Out of this room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 04:16:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;The passage lead to a hallway lined with suits of armor from all over the world. Various countries from Japan to England to Russia were represented and eras from Classical Rome and Greece to Feudal Japan to Imperial China were present.<br><br>&nbsp;War banners from different eras also lined the walls. Creaks and groans of metal could be heard. But was it just another parlor trick? <br><br>&nbsp;Moriarty smiled. Soon he'd recapture her again and really have some fun. He'd been enjoying her antics at trying to do her crimesolving or escape from the manner in her scantily clad state. Now this would be fun. The hall of the armored suits that would come to life. He'd been sure to issue instructions that the armor not harm Charlotte, but that they simply chase her and if possible capture her unharmed. <br><br>&nbsp;It was as Charlotte walked through the hall that the armored suits started to move, creaking metal and hardened leather came to life in hot pursuit...<br><br>&nbsp;(BTW I'll be gone till Friday afternoon...I'll be back ready to play then...)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 18:44:39</strong>
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				Out of the fat into the frying pan !<br><br>At the first creak she stops in her steps, shivering, closing her eyes. "Just your imagination..." she whispers. But suddenly the magnificent historical armors, which, on a different occasion, she would have enjoyed to admire.<br><br>But now, even eyeless as they were, they seemed like leering fiends, ready to strike. She crossed her arms over her chest to prevent her cleavage from swaying too much as she started to pick up the pace, the hallway seemed to strech out for ever, phantom knights, unmoving on every side.&nbsp; As she looked over her shoulder she saw the undead army was growing, as if they came alife one by one after she passed them.<br><br>She screamed and started to run blindly, hoping to find an exit soon.
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				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:13:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;The knights kept running after her as she ran from them, opening a door and suddenly being grabbed from behind. As he clamped the pad soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose from behind. "Did you have a good tour of my home..." <br><br>&nbsp;As Charlotte struggled and started to pass out he said, "I calculated and expected this entire event to transpire..."<br><br>&nbsp;After Charlotte passed out, Moriarty tied her hands behind her back and then tied her knees and ankles. He stuck a rag into her mouth and tied it inside with a strip of black silk. He slung her over his shoulder, walking down the halls to the drawing room, running his hands down her buttocks and thighs.<br><br>&nbsp;He closed the door of the drawing room behind him, placing her on the overstuffed couch and then fitted his hands over her breasts and squeezing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:24:33</strong>
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				Charlotte 's eyes slowly flutter open, feeling how her body is being touched, knowing instantly, as heavy and clouded as her brain feels, that this is the unwanted attention of the last living Moriarty.<br><br>Her mass of golden curls is a big mess on her back and shoulders, her body is slightly moist with perspiration from all the running and struggling. A mild protesting groan comes from her lips, muffled by the gag and somehow she is having a déja vu of how this whole ordeal started.<br><br>Her breasts don't discriminate in good or bad, they just know there is attention being paid to them and react accordingly, as do her hips, a slow instinctive dance on the couch even as her big blue eyes gradually widen and the protests get louder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:34:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;"As I said..." Moriarty replied, "I expected and calculated this to take place." <br><br>&nbsp;As he hefted her onto his lap and kept fondling her breasts he continued to speak, "I knew that the descendent of the late Sherlock Holmes would be a very clever <em>girl</em>." <br><br>&nbsp;At the word girl he twisted one nipple and then the other and squeezed. <br><br>&nbsp;"I've got an advantage over my late ancestor, in addition to my own innate cleverness. The late Professor Moriarty's adversary wasn't of the fairer sex..." Charles said and squeezed Charlotte's breasts...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:41:23</strong>
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				She growled into the gag, squirming, trying to free herself of the unwanted attentions. <br><br>The twist brought her back down to earth very fast with a scream so loud it was clearly audible even through her gag.<br><br>Once she was out of here she was going to give this Charles Moriarty a piece of her mind and a few backhands to match she vowed as he kept touching her.&nbsp; I'll show you just exactly what it means to have an adversary of the fairer sex, you bastard. She murmured into the gag, bucking angrily in his hold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:48:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Someone clearly is enjoying the treatment, however..." Moriarty said as he fondled Charlotte's breasts some more, he could feel her nipples hardening and lengthening.<br><br>&nbsp;His one hand slipped down her midsection down, towards her thighs. "Lovely..." He remarked as he felt the silk band at her hip of her thong. He slid his hand between her thighs, feeling warmth there. 
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 04:57:04</strong>
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				"HMPF" <br><br>That was the bloody limit ! She squeezed her thighs as close together as she could, but realized that only trapped his hand, it did not get rid of it. She started to thrash wilder in his hold, coincidentally also rubbing harder until she realized that. With a sigh of utter frustration she gave up her antics, in stead concentrating on how she would make him pay for this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:03:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Well, there are some things that could be done regarding all this." Moriarty said, "I could simply rape and kill you, but I find that solution, while simple, to be something I'm unwilling to do. The other is to make but a single request, since you now know my story. Simply stay clear of it, while I find the remaining articles and give my deceased ancestors a choice...leave well enough alone and let me give them the freedom to stay here on Earth as their ghostly forms, or to move on if they so choose...Nod if you will agree." 
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				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:09:55</strong>
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				She nods quickly and clearly. All she wants if for him to stop this and trusting her enough to let her go.<br><br>Then again...those ghosts should be able to pass on to where they belong.<br><br>For a moment she is completely docile and meek, just keeping on nodding. Anything for him to let her go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:15:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;"OK." Moriarty said, pouring chloroform into a rag, "I'll knock you out and take you back to your apartment. You should be easily able to escape how you're tied, and leave this story well enough alone..."<br><br>&nbsp;He clamped the pad over Charlotte's mouth and nose and after she passed out he carried her outside and put her in the trunk of a car. He drove around the back way of Charlotte's apartment, silently carrying her up the staircase towards her apartment. He lay her face down still bound and gagged, on her bed and slipped out into the night...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:23:56</strong>
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				And so ended the first adventure of Charlotte Holmes in the US.<br><br>For the rest of her freshman year she avoided the Mansion and only exchanged glares with Charles as they crossed paths every now and then. She had decided to give it a rest. If only not to have to explain to her uncle and Michael...what exactly happened to her.<br><br>She was most worried about the dreams at night, after which she woke up soaked in sweat and something entirely difference. It were the dreams in which a hand snaked over her mouth and an arm around her waist and a warm strong chest against her back, holding her until she was done struggling.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Merry Old England (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:30:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;It was in Merry Old England where the paths of Holmes' youngest descendant and Charles Moriarty would cross once more. Charlotte was home for the summer after her Freshman year. <br><br>&nbsp;It was when Charlotte's uncle was working on a case involving the theft of the purported Professor Moriarty diaries from a private collection of a wealthy middle aged English woman. Charlotte's uncle said that someone called and said he might be of help. And Michael drove the car to the front of the estate and stepping from the vehicle was none other than Charles Moriarty.<br><br>&nbsp;Charlotte's uncle said, "Could you show our guest his room?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:46:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart skipped a beat. "Y...you know who that is, right, Uncle George ?&nbsp; That is a direct progeny of Professor Moriarty...and he's staying...with you ?"<br><br>She could feel herself fluster.<br><br>No...she wouldn't be sleep to be under the same roof as Charles. She would go home after dinner.<br><br>She takes a deep breath as she nods to the man, pretending not to know him, giving him a very British stiff upperlip "Mr Moriarty, I trust your journey was pleasant, my name is Charlotte Holmes...I am Inspector Holmes' niece. Please allow me to take you up to your room."&nbsp; <br><br>She did not anticipate of being alone with him long enough to give him the chance to try anything. But she would question him. When they were halfway up the stairs she whispered urgently "'What in heaven's name do you think you are doing here ? Do you <em>want</em> to get caught ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:50:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Listen. I took a big risk coming here. But the missing Diary of Professor Moriarty is one of the articles I need to free my family." Charles began, and after a furtive glance, continued, "The knowledge contained inside could be quite dangerous in the wrong hands...It contains references to the pact and it disappeared after his death. I've been searching for it for years. My father disappeared trying to find it." <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 05:59:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A small, irrational part of her was disappointed. He didn't say anything about coming here for her. Not even in jest. Not that she wanted him to. He was a creep and the notion of him stalking her across the ocean was absolutely appalling. <br><br>"Alright. But just keep in mind that I haven't told a soul about your...transgressions...towards me. Don't give me a reason to tell anyone now. Stay out of my way."<br><br>The hair in the back of her neck hackled and she couldn't help but thinking of where his hands had wandered as she watched them holding the luggage.&nbsp; She walked him to the room. And open the door. Her voice became louder and more friendly. "You can freshen up here. I am sure uncle George will wait in the drawing room for you, with tea, once you are ready."<br><br>With that she turned on her heels and all but ran back downstairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:05:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles freshened up. It had been a long flight and he felt light headed. He walked downstairs after changing his shirt, joining George and Charlotte for tea. <br><br>&nbsp;"Mr. Moriarty, I believe it has been a long flight? Would you care for some tea and refreshment?" <br><br>&nbsp;"Of course. Thank you, sir." Charles replied as he took his seat, across from Charlotte. A small, irrational part of him wanted to give a jest of coming for her, but he had to stay clean if he wanted to save his family and stealing the occasional glance at Charlotte. God she looked wonderful, with that blouse and tan skirt that hugged her curves in the right places in a tasteful way. No, he had to stay focused on getting Moriarty's diary back, once and for all. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:15:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Inwardly Charlotte seethed. She caught his wandering eyes and she knew he know exactly what she looked like underneath her clothes. It made her feel uncomfortable. And she most certainly did not feel like sitting here with him, over tea and crumpets.<br><br>George noticed this, but wrote it off to the young man's last name. He himself had been hesitant, but in these modern ages, grown men should be able to let bye gones be bye gones. "Yes well then...The matter of the Diary, dear Charles...would you care to elaborate ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:22:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Ah, yes. Professor Moriarty was somewhat of a Renaissance man when it came to knowledge. Unlike most Victorians, he didn't believe things about the occult or about the afterlife to be irrelevant or relics of obsolete ages. He dabbled in arcane knowledge of hauntings and the afterlife and his journal is one of the most complete written studies on paranormal phenomenon. In the wrong hands, if Moriarty's writings weren't the result of the bouts of insanity he suffered in his later years, the knowledge could be dangerous." Charles began, his eyes moving from Charlotte to George and back again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:28:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte absendmindedly pulled a curl off her face, sipping her tea, looking very much the part of a victorian lady, especially in the background of her uncles estate. She didn't speak and avoided to look directly at him.<br><br>George nodded. "Can you tell me why Mrs. Chestington was the current owner ? She does not exaclty strike me as an arcane novice with the intentions to ...dabble..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:35:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"As far as I know, Miss Chestington's family had been accomplices of Professor Moriarty and he entrusted them with his diary for safe keeping, to be sent to his descendants when one would return to England." Charles replied, "But it's been stolen, and who would steal it, I wouldn't know..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:44:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				George nods, setting down his teacup.<br><br>"This is why have asked my niece to take a look at this case. While she is not a member of The Yard, she has a rather inquisitive mind and has helped me out several times. In fall she will be a Criminal Psychology sophomore at Berkley's." He beamed a bit. <br><br>Charlotte feigned modesty as not not to have to look at Charles who would of course look all innocent and suitably surprised. She wouldn't be able to uphold that charade.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:46:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"She strikes me as the inquisitive sort." Charles replied. A storm boomed outside, driving rain, "So she's looking over this case."<br><br>&nbsp;He turned towards Charlotte, "How much information do you have? I think we should go over the particulars of the case before we go interview Mrs. Chestington..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 06:59:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have quite a file..." She had been hounding ever since she understood it must be one of the artifact Charles needed to get his hands on. She had actually been pretty sure it was him until she found evidence that pointed her into a different direction. <br><br>By the time they were done sharing the information (after diner, George had taken his leave to the library and they had actually been too busy for any further discussions about their past)&nbsp; it was too late for her to still go home.&nbsp; She did have her own room in the estate, but she wasn't looking forward to sleeping under the safe roof as Mr Moriarty.&nbsp; After she bid her good nights she checked the lock of her room three times and when she got out of bed for the forth time she decided to put a chair against it for good measure as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:08:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The time sharing the information had been productive, if somewhat distracting for Charles. Charlotte looked especially fetching tonight, but anything on beauty would have to be ignored. The interesting bits of information was that shortly after Professor Moriarty died, the Chestington's came into some money.<br><br>&nbsp;Charles did feel a certain stirring. Yes there was the sexual element, but there was something about Charlotte beyond simple beauty he found attractive. She was one of the few people whom he had seen as intellectually his equal. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He wasn't about to make any trouble regarding her as he dropped off to bed, sleeping. He awoke at seven and walked downstairs for breakfast. After eating he and Charlotte would interview Mrs. Chestington. Charlotte and George were already awake when Moriarty lumbered down the stairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 07:21:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sleeping in the estate was not a good idea. Her night was torn by dreams.<br>Dreams that she could not rightfully claim to be nightmares, but they still had woken her up in a sheen of sweat.<br><br>She was bound and gagged and had a black silken gag over her mouth.<br>There were stolen kisses and there were hands everwhere.<br>Hands that fondled her as she was forced to sit on someones lap, her own hands secured tightly behind her back. <br>Hands all over her naked body, one between her legs, one toying with her nipples. <br>She couldn't take it anymore and she bursted, her mind shattering into a thousand shards.<br><br>She sat up in bed, clutching her blankets, gasping for air her fingers slightly sticky and smelling of herself.<br><br>She looked a bit tired at the breakfast table and avoided to look at him, barely greeted him at the breakfasttable. When they were done she said "Alright...let's get this over with soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 15:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Alright." Charles replied, after they finished breakfast and rode in the car towards the Chestington house, "How did you sleep last night?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 15:24:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She arches a brow, wondering if he had anything to do with the explicit nature of her dream and then just shrugged. "Not too well. I have a lot of things on my mind and I tend to prefer to sleep in my own bed."<br><br>She sat next to him in the small two seater MG.&nbsp; "We need to take a left here..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 16:02:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles turned the steering wheel, "Thankfully I've been to England on a half dozen occassions and still hold a valid UK driving permit." <br><br>&nbsp;They stopped outside the grounds where a small framed butler ushered them into the front sitting room to wait for Ms. Chestington to greet them. He couldn't help but notice Charlotte had dressed remarkably well for the occasion as they waited. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 17:10:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark blue was a colour that had always looked good on her. She had always been somewhat of a traditional dresser. She wore a pleaded skirt that came just below her knee, a short sleeved white blouse and a blue spencer with a pink diamond pattern that hugged her curves. Her hair was held back by a blue headband.<br><br>"I trust you slept well then.." She tried to inquire carelessly as they drove to the vast green landscape of the English countryside
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 19:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Like an infant." Charles said with an exaggerated yawn. "The estate's coming up." <br><br>&nbsp;Charles pulled into the front of the estate where the butler escorted them to the front sitting room where they waited for Ms. Chestington waited for them. "You look nice this morning..." Charles commented, making small talk as they waited. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 19:41:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head "No Mr Moriarty" Dropping the informal tone they had had thusfar "Let me make this quite clear from the start. You will not make any comments on what I look like. Or any remarks not related to this case. I have no intention of fraternising with you. I..." <br><br>"Charlotte, dearest...how sweet of you to visit me...You've grown since I last saw you...Your uncle told me you might be able to help with that dreadful situation about the burglary and all...And who is that dashing young gentleman you have brought with you ?" <br><br>"Mrs Chestington, This is Mr Charles Moriarty... an ancestor of the original owner of the book..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 19:47:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Descendant you mean." Charles Moriarty replied, "I trust the book was kept in good security when it was stolen. Who might have a motive to steal the book? Would you know?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 20:06:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What I meant was..."&nbsp; She growls and glares at Charles, dropping it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes...has anyone tried to acquire it....or asked around about...is there any way anyone would know you have it, or what was in it ?"<br><br>Mrs Chestington shakes her head. "No...it the oddest thing....they only went through the library too...no silverware is gone, all my jewels are untouched, all the antiques still in place...they just took the diary.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 23:19:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"That must mean they want the information inside." Charles replied.<br><br>&nbsp;"And no, no one really has asked or desired to acquire it." Mrs. Chestington replied, "Feel free to search the grounds and on a separate note, Charlotte, tomorrow night we're having a party and you are invited..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 23:52:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods "We need to come up with a list of people who might have.....actually...Mrs Chestington. That sounds like a lovely idea....could we just have a peek at the guestlist?"<br><br>When she and Charles are alone for a bit she says. "If it is an inside job, then it is good to know who know the manor and who frequent here....knowing who comes to these parties might help. We could observe the guests. What do you think ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 02:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Of course. And if you would like to bring that young gentleman along, you are more than welcome." <br><br>&nbsp;"I think that would be a great idea." Charles replied, and at Charlotte's look added, "The guest list, I mean." <br><br>&nbsp;They pored over the list, "Hmm, that's interesting, the Lynn family hasn't been friendly with the Chestington's since Professor Moriarty's days, yet there's a person by that name on the list..."<br><br>&nbsp;(OOC, I'll leave it to you whether the Lynn character is male or female)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 08:36:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah....Yes..." Mrs Chestington look mildly disapproving.&nbsp; "It seems my niece Victoria is quite taken by this Mr. Henri Lynn. They got engaged after only knowing eachother for six weeks." She sighs. "Ah...I suppose that is how the young people do things there days." She tries to smile.&nbsp; "When did you two meet ?"<br><br>Charlotte blushes a bit, a picture of their first meeting, not even a year ago, flashes in front of her eyes. Or is it the remnant of her dream, last night ? "Oh...Mr Moriarty and I are not an item, Mrs Chestington. He is staying with my uncle because of this case." She exchanges a glance with Charles. "He has only arrived yesterday."<br><br>Mrs Chestington smiles somewhat amused. "I see... My mistake." She looks between the two of them. "Well... in any case. Vicky and Henri should be coming to the soiree. So if you have any questions, that would be a good time to ask them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 03:56:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I'm not so sure how my companion feels, but I would like to come to the soiree. What do you think Charlotte, is it a date?" Charles replied, at a semi-glare he added, "On a purely professional basis, I mean..." <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:08:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte snapped her head sideways, giving Charles a more than annoyed look.<br><br>"It would be a shame to let an opportunity like that pass." She said curtly, neither confirming neither denying.<br><br>"Now, if you'll excuse us, Mrs Chestington...Mr. Moriarty and I shall have a look at the library. No need to get up. I saw it on the way."&nbsp; She flashes their hostess a wide smile, perhaps the first genuine smile she has given anyone while he was near and unceremoniously start to walk out of the room, not even looking over her shoulder to see if he will follow.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 23:40:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles practically had to run to catch up to Charlotte, "Of course, like any good criminal investigation, we should start at the crime scene. Perhaps my experience at lifting things from even the most secure places can be useful."<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 23:52:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte is seething. As soon as they are out of earshot she whispers, heatedly, throwing her hands up in the air. "Stop it, Charles. Stop the smiling, stop the looking ,stop the compliments and stop the flirtations." <br><br>Once they are in the library she closes the door. She glares at him quite pointedly. Her voice is hushed, almost just a low pitched hiss. But a venomous one. <br><br>"I am not your 'companion' and I am most certainly not, in<em> any</em> case, on <em>any </em>occasion you <em>date</em>.&nbsp; I have <em>not</em> forgotten what you did to me and I have <em>not </em>forgotten what you threatened to do. I may sympathize with your relatives but I certainly do not feel <em>any</em> sympathy for you at all, Charles Moriarty."&nbsp; <br><br>She takes a deep breath, her face is bright red, but somehow that color and the angry look seem to bring out the deep blue of her eyes even more. <br><br>"<em>If</em> and only <em>if</em> I should choose to take you with me tomorrow night it will only be because of your so called expertise. Do you understand ?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 00:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Understood. And I have no ulterior motives, I simply was using the term date in the context that we would be at the soiree in each other's company." Charles replied, "And the term companion was in context that we arrived at Chestington Hall together, nothing more." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 00:13:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine." She said with her mouth pursed tightly, very irked about the fact that she lost her temper while he remained so calmed. <br><br>She took a deep breath to calm down and nodded. "Good. Now let's get to work" She glaces around in the huge library, which actually consists out of two levels. In the far corner there is a an ornate steel stairs that spirals from their floor up to the next.&nbsp; <br><br>The walls are made out of tall wooden bookshelves with a copper railing.&nbsp; In the middle there is a reading table&nbsp; and close to the stained glass window is an overstuffed leather chair with a milky glass lamp and a small table to the side. The room smells of old books and has lots of little drawers and cabinets.<br><br>"What do you think, where should we start ?" It is as close to an apology for her tantrum as he will get.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:03:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Well, I would see if the perpetrator had any access to the place, perhaps if he or she were employed or a visitor. Or if the person simply figured out a way into the place. God is in the details. I would guess that the perpetrator had access to this place, perhaps someone the Chestington's trusted. Do you know anyone who had grievances against them?" Charles asked.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:09:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right now, my bets would be on that Henri Lynn figure, even though we shouldn't turn a blind eye to other suspects. Where there other names on that guestlist that you recognized. As specifically hostile towards your family ? If we assume for a moment that that is the objective...stopping you from obtaining all items for your collection...right now I don't have a better motive....Who, other than Mr. Lynn...would benefit from that ? Are there people actively trying to stop you "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:13:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Aside from authorities, and you for a period of time, not really." Charles replied, "My guess is that the perpetrator read the contents and decided to appropriate the volume to sell it at the very least, or more disturbingly so, take advantage of the secrets regarding ghosts and hauntings..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:17:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... we can safely rule myself and the authorities out. They don't do break ins....unless you have special ops after you."&nbsp; <br><br>At that she looks at him, arching a brow, asking almost accusingly. "You don't...do you ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Unless you count a botched job in Mississippi with the Calveras County Sheriff's SWAT team, no." Charles replied, "Let's just say that someone had the same Chinese burial urn, which belonged to my Great Aunt Maggie, targeted for theft and was a very amateur burglar..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 01:28:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"As opposed to you, I suppose ?" She smirked a bit. "So...so far it is safe to narrow things down to this Henri Lynn, but we don't know if he did it for personal gain or just to make sure you will fail at your task. That, and we have no idea if there are other sharks in the reef." <br><br>She scribbles a few notes on her leather bound notepad.&nbsp; "Do you want to have a look around here ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 04:35:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Of course." Charles replied, "And how much do we know of this Henri Lynn character? I think one of us should also speak to Mrs. Chestington regarding that matter..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 07:32:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She raises a brow, cocking her head slightly so her mass of golden curls falls to one side. Her blue orbs eye him suspiciously. "Are you trying to get rid of me ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 23:14:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Not at all, seeing how you don't wish to be around me, I was merely attempting to remove the source of tension from the room. I have no motive to steal from the Chestingtons, it would be unseemly, as for a long time they have been associates of the Moriarty family." Charles replied. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 23:28:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hated him. She hated him with a gutwrenching seething glowing deepfelt hatred she had never had felt for anyone in her life. How dare he ? How dare he be so calm and collected and making sense and make her sounds like she was some psychotic paranoid crazy woman.<br><br>She just pursed her lips, her eyes flaring.&nbsp; After she was sure she had calmed down enough she managed to say "I suppose that makes sense." her voice was tight.&nbsp; "I'll go talk to Mrs. Chestington...this is more your turf I suppose...'&nbsp; &nbsp;With that she turned on her heels and walked out, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 23:48:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Good. We'll meet again shortly, say an hour or so?" Charles said, "I'll poke around here and see what I can find or deduce..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 23:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, a bit calmer and more friendly.<br><br><br>An hour with Mrs Chestington was...as close to being in hell as she could imagine.<br>Idle prattle, chatter, gossip and the frustrating feeling that she would not get any more information out of this. She kept wondering what Charles was doing and if she had made the right decision to leave him out on his own there. At least she learned a bit more about the content and importance of the diary, but nothing that he probably didn't know already.<br><br>oh well...perhaps hell was <em>not</em> like having tea and cookies with Mrs Chestington.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:01:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles returned just then and after prattling a little with Mrs. Chestington he and Charlotte walked outside, "I can only conclude that the person who stole the diary had access to the house, an inside job." Charles said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:05:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods "So that leaves us with Mr Lynn and for now no other suspects."<br><br>They drive for a long while, in silence, Charlotte is looking pointedly the otherway, watching the countryside glide by. When they are almost at home she says reluctantly "So...did you bring a tux to wear at the soiree or should I ask Michael to lend you one ?..he's about your size..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:12:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I thought it wasn't a date." Charles replied, "And to answer your question, yes, I brought one along, always a good idea when traveling towards this part of the world. An old saying of my Uncle Paul..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh she remembered 'uncle Paul' the womanizing hungry eyed ghost at the Mansion. Her nostrils widened.<br><br>"Figures you should take advise from him" She says with a bit of a sneer.<br>"And it is <em>not</em> a date." She emphasizes rather annoyed. "Now let it rest or I will take Michael. He's more thrustworthy in the first place." And then she adds snidely "And more professional too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:25:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Basically domesticated you mean." Charles replied, "Sorry, personal opinion. I will, as you English say, let it lie." <br><br>&nbsp;Charles kept his wandering eye on the road, trying not to notice Charlotte's skirt having ridden up her thighs a little. He glanced out of the window, towards the countryside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:30:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well behaved and a <em>true</em> gentleman" she says with a voice dripping with spite even as she wonders why she is bickering like a twelve year old with this man.<br><br>She doesn't give him the chance to walk around and open her door, as would be expected upon arrival, but just walks straight to her room without saying a word.&nbsp; Her uncle raises a brow at the erratic behavior of his favorite niece and eyes Charles curiously as he comes in.<br><br>"Troubles with the investigation ?" He inquires calmly 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"It appears Mrs. Chestington is rather trying as a conversationalist when it comes to Charlotte." Charles said, "And we only have one suspect, and then just barely. We were also invited to the soiree that Mrs. Chestington's throwing, where our only suspect is to be tonight." <br><br>&nbsp;Charles asked if he could use their pool and at the uncle's nod, headed to his room, changed into his swimming shorts before hopping in, starting his swim with long, smooth strokes...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 00:55:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pool was a rather modern annex, built to look like a Victorian greenhouse, but actually it had only been added ten years ago, the walls and ceiling were maid of of artificial glass and it had a mechanism that opened the top in summer so one could sit out, sheltered from the wind while still in the sun.<br><br>The top was off for the season and Charlotte's room had a view that went straight down on it. She was standing in a corner of her bedroom window and looked down, telling herself she didn't feel in the least guilt about watching him like this. After all he had been watching her for hours while she was almost naked. She closed her eyes again and growled as she noticed that her nipples had hardened. She didn't want to go out with him tonight. She wanted to put him on a plane, transfer to another college and forget about all that happened.<br><br>She started her shower with a cold ray and stood there for several minutes until she turned on the hot water. They were wrong. Cold showers didn't help a thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:04:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;After about two-thousand meters or so, Charles climbed out of the pool, toweling off before heading towards the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. The black tuxedo was not especially elaborate, but simple, comfortable and good looking and he went to take a shower and get dressed. <br><br>&nbsp;After he'd dressed he walked downstairs and sat in the study, idly perusing a volume from the shelf about Sherlock Holmes and his encounter with Moriarty...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:19:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte delayed her descend from her room as long as she could. She never took long to get ready, but tonight she was not willing to spend more time away from the safety of her regular guestroom at the estate as she could.&nbsp; She slowly walked down the stairs, one hand on the woodwork railing.<br><br>She had her hair done up, a few stray curls framed her face, made to look casual. Her makeup was light, more made to enhance her features than to actually stand out, her eyes brought out with dark lines, her lips a shimmering, almost sparkling pink.<br><br>She wore a black sequined dress of taffeta, her shoulders were bare, the bodice was snug, the skirt was long and straight and grew a bit wider belong the knees, giving it a mermaid tail effect, with a little train in the back and showing her strappy high heels off up front. She had but a simple string of grey pearls and matching earrings. There was a silver colored stole over her arms.<br><br>The irony of his chosen literature was noticed, but she didn't comment. She just cleared her throat to break his concentration. She had to admit, he looked very good in the tuxedo. Then again, who didn't ?&nbsp; "I'm ready to go." She says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:25:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles stood up, offering Charlotte his arm, in a gentlemanly fashion.<br><br>&nbsp;"Just waiting for you to get ready. And I must say that you look lovely tonight." Charles replied. "This should be a gala affair." <br><br>&nbsp;He couldn't help but notice how lovely she looked, knowing the body sheathed under was a lovely sight, but in this case the dress complemented her natural beauty. Lovely was an understatement in this case. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't take his arm, giving him a stiff smile after the compliment.&nbsp; "You look well, too, we'll blend in like this. That was the objective." She answers with a clipped voice. "And let's just start this whole charade once we're there. No need to keep up the appearances while we are at home."&nbsp; She just clutches her little envelope purse.&nbsp; <br><br>"The car is ready. I've asked Mr Riley to drive us."&nbsp; Mr. Riley was one of the keepers of the estate who wasn't actually the family chauffeur, but he loved to drive the Bentley and he loved to visit with the Lisa, the Chestington's cook. It was also better for appearance.<br><br>"Do you have everything you need ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:47:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Yes, actually." Charles replied as they rode towards the Chestingtons. He passed the ride in silence, after all things were rather tense. He could feel the tension easily, especially when he took the occassional glance at Charlotte and she at him.<br><br>&nbsp;As they reached the front of the estate, Charles stepped out of the vehicle and gave Charlotte his hand, "Shall we?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was it her or was there actually a visible, tangible crackle when she touched his hand.<br>Perhaps it was the dress she was wearing that caused a bit of static energy ?<br><br>She exhaled as she put her half bare arm against his sleeve and an image of her half naked on his lap with his hands roving over her body flashed through her mind. This was <em>so</em> not a good idea.<br><br>After greeting the hostess, Charlotte accepted a glass of champagne from a servant and started to mingle with Charles in tow. Several people seemed to know and greet her, air kisses and pleasantries follwed. Charles was introduced as an overseas friend of the family.&nbsp; Vicky and 'Lotte' as she kept calling Charlotte knew eachother since they were the same age and traveled in the same circle.&nbsp; Her fiance seemed to be delayed as he had pressing business to attend before the soiree.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 02:05:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Seems a bit suspicious. Is 'Prince Charming' actually fashionable late?" Charles said in a low tone to Charlotte.<br><br>&nbsp;Vicki headed over to them, giving no indication she'd heard Charles' statement, excited to see Charlotte again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 02:16:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I agree"&nbsp; She leaned in as she whispered.&nbsp; "I think it's..." <br><br><br>"Ah....there is my blushing bride" booms a jovial voice as 'prince charming' announces his arrival.<br>Henri Lynn was indeed a striking man, athletic, darkhaired and fair featured, the air of James Bond and the looks to boot. He snaked an arm around Victoria's middle and smiled. "Oh...and who is this lovely young lady, love of my life ?"&nbsp; <br><br>His look was almost lecherous as he smiled at Charlotte, almost. But he was rather good at being the perfect son-in-law.&nbsp; "Henri Lynn, at your service."&nbsp; He said with a voice that was entirely too intimate without being actually inappropriate. And so was the lingering kiss on her knuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 19:41:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I suppose your fiancee doesn't mind you kissing other women." Charles remarked dourly. On first sight he could tell that he wasn't going to get along with this man. <br><br>&nbsp;For the sake of appearances he put an arm around Charlotte, hoping she would cue in to the keeping up on appearances part. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 20:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte almost elbowed him in the rib, instinctive as his hand went around her side, tensing immediately. But the two of them are proably the only ones that notice that.<br><br>"Don't be like that, Charles" She says sweetly, smiling at Henry.&nbsp; "It was just a handkiss..." <br>Slowly she pulled her hand away from Mr Lynn.<br><br>Victoria was more inclined to agree with Charles' tone of voice, but she didn't comment.<br>"Henry, this is Charlotte Holmes, a friend of the family and this is Mr Charles Moriarty, her..."<br>As Victoria was searching for the right word, since she didn't quite know the relationship, <br>Henri's hand already moved forward to shake Charles'.<br><br>"Obviously her valiant knight." He chuckled. "Good to meet you, Charles and rest assured...I like to collect gems but this little pearl will keep me happy for quite some time to come." He kissed his fiancee on the temple, squeezing her closer to him, much to Victoria's discomfort.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Good to hear." Charles replied. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"So, how did you come to meet your fiance?" Charles asked Henri. <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:06:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh this is so romantic..." Victoria blushed.&nbsp; "Henri saw me at a flowershop. I was ordering a bouquet...He never said a word...because he was too shy...but he found out my address and started to send me flowers every day for a week and only after a week he had worked up the courage to add a card..and it was a dinner invitation.&nbsp; Isn't that the sweetest thing ?" <br><br>Henri kept his eyes intent on Charles as his bride to be poured out her perfect love story, the look was rather cold and a bit of a grin. "It is as the lady says...and you, Charles ? What did you do to win the lovely Charlotte's heart ?"<br>It almost sounds like a challenge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"It took place in the Old South, where I come from." Charles said, "I just happened to meet some young lass from England, a student in my part of the world. It was a sort of 'lost tourist'/'knowledgable local' type of thing..." Charles began, hoping again Charlotte would pick up the 'keep up appearances' approach he'd been following. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods "I go to college in the US, We met at an antique shop...I was asking the way and Charles wanted to get his hands on an ottoman, so rather than to wait for the sales person to tell me how to get home, he offered to drop me off. I was quite taken by him."&nbsp; She gives Victoria and Henry a small smile and then looks adoringly at Charles.&nbsp; "He had a hard time letting me go."'<br><br>Victoria all but swooned and Henry replied appreciatively "Oh I can understand that.&nbsp; So you like antiques, old chap ?"&nbsp; he turned to Charles.&nbsp; "You must be ecstatic to be over here then....good old things are so hard to get by in the States."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:43:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles thought, <em>Wonderfully done.</em> "Oh yes I am. My part of the country is a little more in touch with the past than other parts of America, but it feels great to see the old country, so to speak as my family is British originally." He added. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:52:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes...my aunt told me as much" Vicky remembers. "I think our great grand parents did business or were friends or otherwise connected to the Moriarty's.&nbsp; Wait...that is deliciously ironic....Isn't Sherlock Holmes a distant relative of you, Lotte ?"<br><br>Charlotte nods and blushes a bit. Charles arches a brow. "Oh...<em>That</em> Moriarty.&nbsp; What was he....a professor...a doctor ? He was a con artist, stage magician...right ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 17:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"You could say that." Charles replied, "You could say the good professor was a 'jack of all trades' as we say in the States." <br><br>&nbsp;The music began to change to a different song and Henry said, "I believe I may take my fiancee for a dance? May I have this dance darling?" <br><br>&nbsp;As they headed towards the Dance Floor, Charles smiled and said, "Shall we?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:09:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte smiled sweetly but her blue eyes were glowering at him. She let him take her hand, his other on her side. She tensed a little and her nostrils widened. She almost looked like a horse that was about to stagger. <br><br>His touch was warm and so was his breath on the nape of her neck. Dancing meant letting the other withing your circle of comfort. It was hard to tolerate him this near. Her eyes dwelt of over his shoulder (to avoid his eyes) and watched the happy Vicky. Poor little sheep, she thought. At least I know I am dancing with a viper.<br><br>"I don't think he is going to try anything here, tonight. I mean. He has that he wants already. What would you do if you were in his shoes ?" She asks Charles without facing him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Perhaps gloat, or perhaps see if there was anything else worth stealing around here. Perhaps he has another plan we're unaware of." Charles said as he continued to dance with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and relaxed a bit, actually enjoying the music. Perhaps, for a bit, she could pretend there was no past between the two of them and just have a good time. Then again...there was a job to do. This whole pretence was necessary to get the job done. She looked at him, for the first time.<br><br>"You are actually a pretty good dancer." She said grudgingly and from the corner of her eye she watched the couple sneak out.&nbsp; "They are going to the gardens." She whispered into his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait for them to get slightly out of sight, and then follow." Charles said before he and Charlotte started after the other couple. <br><br>&nbsp;They followed the other couple who were standing in the garden. Charles put a hand to his lips, "Listen carefully." <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Henry was talking about some scheme that would make him wealthier, one that would assure countless billions. Charles knew it was something to do with the book...<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:18:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't even know you anymore, Henry" said Vicky sadly.&nbsp; "I don't understand. We have more than enough for a comfortable life. Why do you feel the need to do things like this ? It feels wrong and there is no need to..." <br><br>Charlotte's heart went out for Victoria. But her and Charles were standing in a darker part of the garden, behind a large hedge of some sorts. They still stood close together, though she didn't seem to bother with that at the moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"He probably hid the book here before he steals it." Charles whisperred to Charlotte, "We'll follow him, see where he hides it and then get the drop on him." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:43:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry sighs, looks annoyed, but only behind his fiance's back, as he holds her.<br>His voice coos however. "You are right love... perhaps I'm just a bit agitated...why don't we go up to your and...relax... a bit ? No one will check on you and we'll just say our good byes to your aunt and each go to our separate rooms later, she will be none the wiser.<br><br>Vicky chuckles "You are really...unbelievable...but we'd better not..."<br><br>"Why not..." he urges as his moves become more intimate.<br><br>Charlotte turns her head away. "I think we've seen enough..." she whispers. "Perhaps we should wait until they are done."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"OK. I get the feeling that this is more than a lover's tryst, I think he's hiding the stolen item..." Charles replied, as they followed at a discreet distance. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:48:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte arched a brow. He seemed sincere, but still...<br><br>She sighed and nodded. "Alright..you're the expert..." She follows him and idly wonders out loud.<br>"Is this one of your methods as well ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"It can be, but I normally don't use someone the way Henry's using Victoria. My intentions are usually clearly stated." Charles replied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Usually" she repeats after him with a hint of mockery.<br><br>"How far do you plan on following them...we can't just stand outside their door and listen while they...you know..<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 21:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"My guess is they're not going to 'do it'. He'll probably go retrieve his item, and maybe convince Victoria to run away with him..." Charles replied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 22:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That makes sense...." She had to admit. Why hadn't she thought of that ? It fitted the profile of a charmer like Henry. He would make the poor girls head spin until she would have no choice but to blindly follow him like a moth to a flame. <br><br>In the distance she heard the door slam "third on the right"&nbsp; She whispered to Charles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 04:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Right." Charles said and followed Charlotte as he motioned for her to be silent, sliding a small electronic gadget under the door, hard to see but one that would enable them to hear what was going on in the room. Largely small talk, the occassional kiss, but more talk of Henry becoming a far more empowered man than a much abused intern at the law firm he apprenticed at...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 06:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked as Charles produced the high tech gadget as if the were in a James Bond movie. But she didn't comment, she didn't want their subjects to overhear it. There was more kissing to the point that Charlotte thought it really wasn't their place to pry.<br><br>Then she heard a small muffled moan, Henry whispered "I'm sorry, love..." and then she could distinctly hear the bed creak. She didn't hear Vicky anymore after that. Just a piece of furniture sliding.<br><br>She exchanged a glance with Charles, a worried look on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 01:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles nodded, "We'd best see what's going on in there." <br><br>&nbsp;He took the lock picking set from his pocket as he went at the door, hoping against hope that Vicky wasn't dead, but instinct told him that she was very likely was. (OOC: Maybe Vicky survived?) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 12:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Be careful..."&nbsp; She whispers.&nbsp; "Lord knows what he is upto and how he will react when he gets caught in the act."<br><br>The lock rattles and she holds her breath, her eyes trained on the knock.<br>Something is wrong. Something is very wrong and they both know it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 16:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles pushed the door open and rushed in. No sign of Henri anywhere. He checked the closet, under the bed, and saw the window was ajar. Vicky lay on her back on the bed and out of the corner of his eye he saw Charlotte rush to her side. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 16:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's a live..."&nbsp; Charlotte exhaled as she checked Vicky, positioning her more comfortable on the bed. She nodded at Charles. "I'll stay with her....you go after him...can you take him by yourself ?"<br>Her big blue eyes that mostly glared at him were sincerely concerned now now. She didn't want anything bad to happen to him and that Henry seemed to be a ruthless man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 16:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I should be able to." Charles replied as he climbed out of the window, "See what Vicky knows and we'll see what we can find out..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 16:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Right as she was checking what happened to Vicky, looking over her arms for injection marks, her eye fell on a white, wadded up, handkerchief on the floor. The scent was too faint to have any effect on this distance, but Charlotte still swallowed, remembering it up close.<br><br>Gently she slapped Vicky's face, going into the adjacent bathroom to get her some water for once she woke up in passing she looked outside the window and strained to hear any noises.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;It was just then that Charlotte heard the click of a hammer behind her. "Don't move, either of you." Henri said as he stood between Vicky and Charlotte and the door. "Close the window..." he demanded, "I heard you were a bit of a snoop, and I had no idea how bad of one." <br><br>&nbsp;He held out several lengths of rope, two rubber balls and held out a roll of medical tape. "I'm going to have to restrain you two, but first...I want you to take off your clothes, all of them, and then turn around and cross your hands behind you...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slowly lifted her hands, watching Vicky slowly regaining consciousness. Slowly she lifted her hands. "Now, Henry..." She said, raising her voice slightly, hoping Charles wasn't too far out of earshot, not turning to face him and making sure she was not making any sudden moves.&nbsp; "There is no need to raise your gun...Vicky is still rather out of it and you don't have to be afraid of me." She closed the&nbsp; window, as told, but as loud as she could get away with without raising his suspicions. After all this was an old building.<br><br>She took a step back and watched him hold out the rope. "And really...there is no need to tie us up...you can just lock this room and leave....no one will be able to hear us. Everyone is at the party...it will take hours before anyone will notice and you'll be long gone with your notes...that is why you came right...the note book ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Yes, that is true. But I really don't plan on taking any chances." Henri said, "Now both of you take your clothes off, turn around and cross your hands behind you..."<br><br>---<br><br>&nbsp;Unfortunately Charles was not in earshot, he wouldn't be anytime soon, he was following Henri's original trail before he realized he'd doubled back towards the house...but why would he double back to the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She calmly helped the half dazed, very scared and confused Vicky out of her sequined gown. It was obvious she has plans on showing what was underneath to Henry as she wore a green Chinese silk corset with little red birds embroidered on it and a black pattern that coiled around her side and waist like a dragons tail, little claws held the fine hosiery up. What could have been the nice lead up to foreplay was now an utter embaressing moment as the brunette was exposed by a woman she barely knew, in front of her fiance, who turned out to have other things on his mind than getting into her pants tonight.<br><br>With slow, unprovocative moves Charlotte reached the zipper on the back of her dress. She wore a strapless black push up with criss cross straps on the back and a pantie that was cut up high at the hips but covered more of her tummy, made out of microfiber, with a black, seamed pantyhose over it.<br><br>"Really Henry...it is much too cold to leave Vicky like that...the effects of being drugged will drain enough of her energy. If you even feel an inkling of empathy towards her..."&nbsp; Her voice as slow and gentle, deliberate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:37:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Mutual body heat will take care of that. The way that you two are to be tied will definitely more than make up for that risk." Henri said, "Undergarments come off too ladies..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 21:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She idly wondered how far away Charles was and after that she wondered if she could actually trust him in a situation like that. After all, Henry had what he was after and Charles himself didn't frown upon handling women like this.<br><br>She helped bewildered Vicky out of the elaborate corset and matching g-string, feeling as embarrassed as she did. Vicky managed to roll down her stockings by herself and as the two girls were undressing under Henry's watchfull eyes it became pretty obvious that, while Charlotte was very well portioned in a natural hour glass shape, Vicky was the more curvaceous of the two. Her hips were full and round, her breasts were heavy to the point that they actually sagged a bit, and the nipples hardened fast now they were uncovered. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed and to her surprise, Charlotte thought she saw that it was shaped like a little heart. She didn't look close enough for modesty reasons<br><br>Charlotte's forms were more modest, her breasts a bit more than a handful and her hips curvy, giving her body a rather even shape, but slightly more girlish.&nbsp; She blushed as she let her breasts sway uncovered and stepped out of her hose and panties, her shaven sex covered by one hand, her right arm over her breasts until she helped Vicky up.<br><br>Both girls turned, as told, with their hands in the small of their backs
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Henri tied Charlotte and then Vicky's wrists behind their backs and then tied their elbows together, making their breasts poke out more prominently. Afterward he had Charlotte open her mouth and he thrust a small rubber ball inside, and then sealed her lips with several strips of medical tape. The same treatment was given to Vicky.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned Charlotte and Vicky till the faced each other standing until they were breast to breast. At first they were a bit too far apart for his liking, "I think you don't understand. I want those breasts squashed together ladies..." Henri said.<br><br>&nbsp;It seemed that Charlotte and Vicky's breasts disappeared as they were squashed together against each other. Henri used rope to tie their naked torsos and waists together. More rope was added, squashing two flat tummies, mounds, and shapely thighs together. Henri laid the bound and gagged pair, tied face to face, on their side on the bed.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sleep well darling." Henri said and kissed Vicky's gagged cheek and then slapped Charlotte's butt, "Bad snoop..."<br><br>&nbsp;He walked out of the room. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At least he wasn't planning on taking advantage of the situation, Charlotte thought as the man walked off.<br><br>That didn't make the situation less unpleasant, however. Both girls were tied very close to eachother and very aware of eachothers closeness and nearness, every single move as a rub over the other ones private parts. They were humming softly into eachothers ear for the lack of other communication possibilities.<br><br>Charlotte tugged, indicating for Vicky to move with her, though doing so mean that she was grinding her hips into hers. Charlotte knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to reach the little dresser in the corner, the one that had a letter opener shimmering on it. But that would take quite some effort and quite some of these, awkward rubbing moves, at least until they were off the bed.<br><br>Breasts rubbing close with outreaching hard nubs, bare skin of hips brushing neatly trimmed hairs, mouths close together, squirming in unison in a strange, faintly erotic dance, not in the last place because of the faint whimpering sounds they were both making.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Charlotte?" Charles said. He'd doubled back to the house and noticed that the window was closed where it had been open. He'd gone up the stairs, trying to avoid making small talk with various party guests before he got to Vicky's bedroom.<br><br>&nbsp;The door was locked with muffled sounds coming from outside. Charles began to reach for his lockpick set only to realize that he'd left it in the damned room.<br><br>&nbsp;"Vicky? Charlotte?" He said, "Are you alright?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmpf !" Charlotte called out loudly. Charles. He'd come back...Her shoulders relaxed a little and she nudged Vicky in the face, trying to push her into the direction of the door. Vicky didn't seem to registered any of what was happening to her, not directly or in an alarming way.<br><br>"HMPF"&nbsp; Charlotte called out again, louder this time even and finally she got Vicky to call out too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:37:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles picked the lock with an old skeleton key he'd had hidden in his jacket pocket. He saw Charlotte and Vicky in their rather embarrassing predicament and immediately dropped to one knee, producing a small pocket knife which he used to cut the ropes from both women...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 22:48:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte watched his face as he came in and swallowed as she saw the flicker in his eyes, on the more embarrassing was it that she had to admit she was wrong as he immediately started to cut their restraints, actually worried about their wellbeing.<br><br>Later she would have to apologize for her thoughts even if he couldn't know them. <br>Both girls exhaled as the lower ropes, that held their hips together snapped, the scent of them was all to obvious though. All the 'hard work' had had its effects.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 01:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles noted the scent of arousal and wisely did not comment on it. To see Charlotte in all her glory again brought a rush to his other head, but he was careful not to act on it, more important was finding where Henry had headed off to. Granted the last time he saw her near that state she had panties and nothing else on. As Charlotte headed to get her clothes back on, he politely turned his head...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 19:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a slight peeling noise as&nbsp; the two girls separated their chest from eachother, having been pressed so tightly with a little layer of perspiration between them, their breasts bounced a bit as they slid down from their flattened position, nipples hardened by the exertion.<br><br>Charlotte smiled slightly at Charles selfconsciousness and his apprehensive behavior. She welcomed it.&nbsp; The fact that he acted like a true gentleman helped her set her priority. She wasn't purposely goading him when she remained naked, taking care of poor Vicky first.&nbsp; Charlotte put her into a night gown and into bed, before she reached to redress. Even after what she had to endured, Vicky fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow. Charlotte exhaled. "Poor dear...she shouldn't be alone now...But if she's that tired, she probably needs the sleep." With her back turned she neared Charles, her back still exposed completely except for the clasp of her bra. "Could I bother you to zip me up ?" She tried to make it sound casual, but there was something awkward about having him help her dress.<br><br>Through the window, in the distance she could she headlights, then tail lights distance themselves on the drive way.<br>"That must be him...He's gone...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 21:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles turned his head and zipped Charlotte's dress. "I guess we convene back to your house, and try and find out where Henri went?" Charles asked.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 21:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, actually looking quite rattled and vulnerable<br>"Yes...I'm ready to go home to be honest. I think I've had enough for one day...".<br><br>She waited after she passed him to get outside, visibly straightening her back as she went downstairs.<br>Discretely she talked to a tall, lanky middle aged man with glasses and a grey beard. Her frowned and nodded. She also whispered to one of the staffmembers, who flustered then nodded. <br><br>"Dr. Guernsey and Mary are going to look in on her, and when the party quiets down they'll tell Mrs Chestington." She whispered in a highly professional, almost affected tone.<br><br>She seemed to transform for the three minutes it took to say good bye to the hostess, looking as if nothing had happened and mentioning nothing to her. She kept her brave face right up until&nbsp; Mr. Riley drove the car up and she fell down in the cushions of the back seat. By the time Henry had walked around to sit down next to her she was close to hyperventilating, sobbing as tears fell down her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 21:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles let her lean against him, let her let out the tears from the experience. He just let her lean against him until she calmed down enough to talk...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 22:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Strangely enough she did not scold or squirm away. She just leaned against him and sobbed, obviously relaxing in his touch. She didn't say anything, just cried. Mr Riley checked every now and then in the rear view mirror, not inquiring after her wellbeing however. He had faith in the young man that was trying to comfort her.&nbsp; The older gentleman smiled approvingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>e: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 04:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;As soon as they got home and were alone, "Are you feeling alright?" Charles asked. Idiot, obviously she wasn't by her mental state...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 07:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They stood in the dimlit upstairs hallway of her uncles mansion and she nodded half hearted.<br>'Nothing happened, if that is what you mean.' She said with no undertone at all, no accusing glance. Just red rimmed deep blue orbs trying to look reassuring, in a face that was much too pale to make it credible.<br><br>'He just left us there, didn't hurt Vicky either...well not physically anyway. It may take a while before she trusts a man enough to fall in love, I suppose. But it is so frustrating that after all that he still got away with the diary.' <br><br>She turns to walk to her room and her golden curls dance on her shoulders, then slide from them as she turns her head back to him. 'Thank you, Charles, for the rescue...'. She tries to remain calm and collected, but her voice is too emotional and another tear falls from her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 05:18:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Not a problem. Such an interesting lot to play the hero for once." Charles said. <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 07:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled slightly, her look endeared.<br><br>"Watch out...you might get used to it." <br><br>With that she leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.<br>Then she turned on her heels and started to walk to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 22:22:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles felt himself blush as he watched Charlotte's retreating form. The chaste kiss and the endearing smile suggested that Charlotte wasn't trying to entice him, but the sway of her hips seemed to suggest otherwise. No, that was pure fantasy. Or was it? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 22:31:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked his way when she opened her door and smiled, blushing herself.<br><br>"Good Night, Mr. Moriarty."&nbsp; She said softly and then she entered her room, closing the door behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 23:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Good night." Charles replied, deciding if she had been attempting to entice him, she would have been a bit more forward about it, she just struck him as that sort of girl. He headed back to his own room and went to sleep...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 23:16:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And so did Charlotte.<br><br>Yet another unruly night, filled with images and life like feelings, strange moans, shadowy faces, bodies of unknown people, hands, breasts, lips and the soft embrace of one Charles Moriarty who chastily looked the other way as she stood completely naked before him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 00:05:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles woke up again, it was still late at night or the early morning. He couldn't quite rest, so he decided to explore the grounds of Charlotte's uncles place. He remembered the sight of Charlotte's nude frame after he'd untied her. Thoughts also flew back to their Mansion adventure, where they were on opposite as opposed to the same side. He wondered how many more things about this transition would cause sleepless wanderings.<br><br>&nbsp;He imagined Charlotte, nearly nude again, but this time with an inviting look on her face...<br><br>&nbsp;(OOC: I figured a midnight rendezvous might jumpstart this story...)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 20:12:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were a few lights on in the poolhouse and the swimmingpool itself was illuminated as well. Every now and then there was a soft splash caused by calm strokes of a swimming Charlotte. As he turned the corner she just pulled herself up the steps, her back to him, her hair in a bushy tail, dripping on her back, her spine visible right above the hem of her black swimsuit, high cut with a bare back, completely covering, but tightly hugging her buttocks, the muscles of her calves pronounced in the strange lightening of the pool.<br><br>She didn't notice him as she walked to the reed lounge char and pulled her ivory colored terry cloth bath robe over her body, rubbing her arms before she secured the sash. As she turned around she noticed him watching her in the darkness. "Oh hello, Charles." She said, taking a step back as if to walk away from him. He had startled her.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:29:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Sorry to startle you, I'm not stalking you, I swear." Charles replied, "Are you feeling better?" <br><br>&nbsp;<em>Smooth, Moriarty, smooth.</em> Charles thought as his eyes involuntarily moved down before they moved up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:33:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I couldn't sleep." She relaxes a bit.&nbsp; "And neither can you, I suppose ? I was about to make myself some tea."&nbsp; She walks closer to him, on her slippers and in the robe with wet hair and without make up she looks years younger. The look on her face is softer than the glances she usually casts him. "Would you like some too? I am sure we can find something harder in my uncles bar, if you'd rather have a night cap."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:39:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"No thanks on the nightcap. But I'll gladly take you up on the tea." Charles replied as he walked inside with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 22:55:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles softly as she leads him a flight of stairs down into the kitchen. It is large, made for a full oldfashioned staff to cook. She puts water in an electric kettle and lets it heat, roaming the cabinets in search of cookies. She grins as she finds a tin box with recently baked custard cupcakes. Mechanically she fills a metal egg with loose Lady Grey tea with a hint of lavender.<br><br>The kettle quickly cliks to signal the water is thoroughly boiled. The egg and the hot water are put in a glass pot and as she lifts it she hands him the tin.&nbsp; ''We can drink it down here, but the room next door has better chairs."&nbsp; The room next door is far more modern than the rest of the house. It is a tv room, obviously but it has various other entertainment like game consoles, but also a doll house and tons of Lego and Playmobile.<br><br>"I'm the eldest cousin, the rest of uncles nephews and nieces are a bit younger than I am and their parents stash them here during family weekends."&nbsp; <br><br>There are several large overstuffed chairs and a couch around the coffeetable, on which she puts the teapot. "Please sit down...I'll get some mugs.". She probably hasn't noticed but Charles can't help but do notice how, with all the motions, the robe has opened a bit, soft terry cloth enclosing the top of her rather visible cleavage like a picture frame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles sat down at the chair, eyes involuntarily moving southward again, taking a look at the cleavage before moving his eyes back to Charlotte's face, hoping she hadn't notice the almost involuntary movement of his gaze southward. <br><br>&nbsp;"How much younger are your cousins than you?" Charles asked, trying to make conversation. He wondered how things were going to play out now. It didn't seem like Charlotte was trying to entice him, but he couldn't help but be somewhat enticed...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:37:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a short trip to the kitchen and back, seemingly at ease, actually more at ease than she had ever been while they were alone.&nbsp; "The youngest is four and the eldest after me is 17."&nbsp; She smiles slightly and sits down on the couch as she pours the tea, glancing up at him.<br><br>"Sugar ? "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:48:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Sure." Charles said as he sat beside Charlotte on the couch. Somehow she didn't seem to be pushing him off or telling him to back away and he took this as a sign of encouragement. <br><br>&nbsp;"So are they all girls?" Charles asked, out of genuine curiosity. <br><br>&nbsp;"Who would have thought that the descendents of Holmes and Moriarty would make conversation and share tea and sympathy at night..." Charles remarked.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 17:20:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She put sugar in his tea and refrained from asking if he wanted cream. Other parts of the world seemed to frown upon milk in tea. She handed him his mug and took her own, settling half against the back with one shoulder, turned towards him. Her shoulder pressed in the overstuffed cushion, her head leaning in&nbsp; “Actually no, we are seven and there are three girls, Eileen is twelve and Janice is seven and then there is me.”&nbsp; She takes a sip and grins at him “I’m pretty sure they would have been able to see the irony. If they hadn’t been busy making each other miserable the would have quite probably been able to become friends. I think they were very alike.&nbsp; Does your great uncle haunt the manor as well ? Is he still around ?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Strangely no. But all the secrets about finding my late great uncle and much about the occult and haunting are likely in those notes Henry stole. For what purpose I can't imagine, though." Charles replied.<br><br>&nbsp;"I wonder how they'd look on this exchange?" Charles asked. "Seeing one of his progeny followed his footsteps. I know my ancestor would be rather proud of some of the heists I pulled, but once the curse is righted, no crime for me any longer..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 23:37:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles "Oh I don't think Sherlock would be quite happy with a woman following in his footsteps, not the fact that I seem to be a magnet for troubles."<br><br>Her look becomes careful, as if she said something she shouldn't or didn't want to.<br>After another sip she smiles again. <br><br>"Are you serious ? Or are you just saying that ?&nbsp; I mean... You're obviously good at what you do and I've heard it can be rather addictive. Just of the record. Would you really stop ?"&nbsp; She watches him curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 00:23:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Yes." Charles reply, "Once the manor is in peace. I still retain the original deed and I do have some discreetly invested, legal funds for a comfortable and simple lifestyle. I do think I could simply just follow the sports and go pleasantly to pieces..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 00:32:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs, a clear, honest laughter. She's not making fun of him, but the thought seems to amuse her.<br>Charlotte cocks her head, some of her wet curls slide over her collar bone, her robe shifting again, not too revealing, but still showing some skin .<br><br>"That shows how little I know you. I really can't imagine you being content in retirement."<br><br>She smiles, looking at ease, very comfortable and very relaxed, her eyes curious and bright.<br>Then they grow a bit sadder, solemn. She lowers her lashes, staring at the tea she is circling in its cup.<br><br>"I have to tell you something. And I hope you won't take offense. I'd like to stress out that I've changed my mind since, but the thought had crossed my mind that Henry and you might be working together and this whole thing was all an alibi story. He somehow confirmed that in my mind when he tied Vicky and me up the way he did, this <em>modus operandi</em>,&nbsp; reminded me a lot of yours." <br><br>She stops and looks up, still avoiding his gaze slightly.<br><br>"I was surprized when he didn't take advantage, at least of Victoria, when he had the chance and I half and half expected that you would finish the job when you came in..."&nbsp; She bites her lip and smiles ruefully. "And then you didn't and I was a bit confused. Don't get me wrong...I have seldom been so grateful for help in my life. I was just so caught up in my prejudice against you that it really threw me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 06:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"How little you know me." Charles replied, "I actually would prefer a rather peaceful life, once all this stealing business is complete." <br><br>&nbsp;At Charlotte's next words he replied, "The idea that me and Henry were colluding was definitely an idea anyone would have thought of. I don't take personally to it." <br><br>&nbsp;"Well, given our past history, I wouldn't be too surprised that you were surprised." Charles began, "And as to the whole thing at the Manor, the idea was to scare you off the case. I calculated that the creepy angle would be dramatically enhanced by a state of certain helplessness that a near nude state would bring. But for what its worth, I apologize..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 11:17:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She avoids to look at him as he apologizes, rather looking into her mug as she sips her tea, cradling the warm vessel in her hands as goosebumps erupt over her body, quite visible on her arms and neckline. There is a small shiver before she looks up to him again, her voice soft and a bit hoarse.<br><br>"You did what you thought necessary to protect your cause. I...I understand that."<br><br>The look in her eyes is strange and hard to read. She tries to smile,&nbsp; "Apologies accepted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Good to hear we're starting on a new foot. Now in the morning we'll see what we can find out about Henry's next likely destination." Charles said, "In the meantime, since neither of us can sleep, let's just see about relaxing before we go tackle this case again." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods "Yes...I feel aweful about the fact that he got away. In fact, that is one of the reasons I am having such a hard time to sleep." She took another sip of tea. "Relax ? What do you suggest ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:25:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Depends. What are you particularly in the mood for." Charles said, not wanting to get too provocative. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs and her whole face seems to sparkle. "What I am in the mood for ?" She lifts her mug and smiles. "I took a swim and a pot of Lady Grey and hoped that would be enough to to get me to sleep. What does it take to get you tugged in ?" <br><br>If she had looked at him in any other way, if she had been any other girl, this might have been labeled as innuendo. But in her robe, curled up beside him on the couch cradling her tea, she had the innocence of an angel over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 05:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Best not think too provocatively about it. The innocent air showed she wasn't really trying to entice him, but maybe she was. He inched a bit closer to her, "I do like watching a film, that tends to help me sleep. What do you particularly like to watch..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 10:03:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles, resting her cheek against the backlean of the couch, watching him.<br><br>"Well..I like detectives." She grins ruefully "Obviously... And I like costume pieces, though more the adventure ones than just drama. And Romatic comedies..." She rolls her eyes at that and smiles apologetically. "Comedies in general...and some action movies." She nods at that and then she smiles again. "Basically anything..."<br><br>"There is a rather wide selection of dvd's in the cabinet over there. You can use any of the game consoles to play a movie. I'll change out of the bathingsuit real quick and if we're lucky there is still a stash of mircowave popcorn." She gets up and look over her shoulder when she is at the door. "Just don't pick Nancy Drew !"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 13:49:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Why what's wrong with Nancy Drew?" Charles said. He couldn't resist teasing her about it. <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 15:22:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a mock glare over her shoulder.&nbsp; "Because that is my nickname in the family. That is why I got the dvd for christmas..."&nbsp; She chuckles. "More of these questions and I'll force you to watch Princess Bride." She starts to walk down the hallway, heading for the poolhouse with a smile on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 01:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Nancy Drew it is then." Charles joked as he took it down from the DVD rack. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 08:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned on her heels in the hallway and popped her head around the doorpost.<br><br>"Oh no, it isn't...." With a girlish grin she grabbed hold of the movie with both hands. He was still holding it as well and she gave it a slight tug. <br><br>The belt of her robe loosened and the robe fell open as she turned to take the movie away from him, terrycloth brushing against him when she started to pull. The black of her swimsuit is a stark contrast with her pale skin and the white of the robe. It has dried by now, looking more like lingerie than swimwear, the cut very simple and not too provocative, but it is looks as if it has been poured over her body, covering all inappropriate parts, but hiding nothing of the form. One shoulder is bare and from his point of view he can look directly down into the gorge between her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 05:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;There was that unconscious rush of blood when Charlotte brushed up against him, he hoped it wasn't obvious where the blood moved. Try not to think of her in that light. The open robe and what it sheathed was definitely something he couldn't help but stare at...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 07:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She caught the look on his face and her cheeks turned into a bright color of pink. For a moment she stood frozen like a deer in headlights, her heartbeat almost audible, holding her breath. Her blond messy mass of curls framed her face and shoulders, her blue eyes looked crystalline, her skin so pale she almost looked like a porcelain doll from times gone by. A mild shiver went over her spine, then she looked to the floor and let go of the dvd box.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 00:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles took the chance. He walked closer to Charlotte, lightly kissing her on the lips...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 18:12:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Instinctively she put a hand on his chest pushing slightly, making a surprized 'Hmpf' sound as he kisses her. The hand fell back to her side as she closed her eyes, opening her lips just a little, gingerly, but inviting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 23:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles deepened the kiss, hand cupping Charlotte's right breast.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 00:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frozes slightly, her nipple is however very present, visible in the spandex and easy to feel as he touched her. Instinctively she reached for his wrist, stopping him gently, but she didn't break the kiss just yet
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 02:04:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<em>Not so fast.</em> Charles thought. He moved his hand away from Charlotte's breast but drew her closer and deepend the kiss. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 09:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxed slightly, her body soft against his chest, her arms gingerly sliding around his neck as she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, her own gently incouraging.<br><br>Both of her hands went into his hair, gently caressing, her fingertips moved slowly over the base of his nack and the back of his scalp. As she leaned back she found she was pinned against the wall.<br><br>The robe hung loosely from her shoulders and was completely open. The breasts he had started to carress had slid up higher and looked as if would slip out of the bathing suit at the slightest touch, the nipple only barely covered.<br><br>She broke the kiss, looking slightly confused, but not angry or afraid as he might have expected. She tried to even her breath before she spoke. Her heart was pounding and she could hear her blood rush in her ears.<br><br>"That was...unexpected..." she said softly, chuckling with a soft look in her eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 04:36:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"In all my careful calculating and everything I never counted on this to happen." Charles said as he drew her close in the embrace. He bent to kiss her again, tilting his face so his nose wouldn't bump hers. <br><br>&nbsp;A hand crept up her midsection, this time coming to rest at her hip. He wasn't going to force the touch. He settled for lightly squeezing her left side with one hand as they kissed again... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 19:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled a bit as he kissed her again and she let her own hands slowly roam over his back, answering the kiss, slowly teasing his tongue with her own.&nbsp; She broke the kiss and whispered to him. "Perhaps, this is the time to tell you this... I've dreamed about this...well...about what happened back on the Eastcoast....And I was a bit ashamed of that...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 23:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Really?" Charles said, intrigued, "I never quite imagined you as the kinky type of girl? Got any more intriguing secrets for me?" <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Charles kept the kisses up and tried again to slide a hand up her waist to her right breast...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled girlish into his kiss. "Kinky ? Me ? Perhaps I should remind you exactly how we did meet....since you seem to have swallowed the antique shop story yourself."&nbsp; She didn't stop him as his hand moved over the spandex that tightly surrounded her heavy breast.&nbsp; And she whispered close to his ear. "You snaked your arms around my waist and sedated me...and while I was out...you tied me up...and when I was tied up....you couldn't keep your hands of me...and you undressed me...and you watched me walk around naked all over your house...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Oh I'm well aware of the story of how we met." Charles said between kisses and squeezing of Charlotte's breasts, "But I never imagined you <em>enjoying</em> that sort of treatment..." <br><br>&nbsp;"Perhaps we should take our activities to a somewhat more, ah, private part of the house? Lest someone walk in on us?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I didn't....I was terrified.....but I didn't know you then..." She blushes a bit.&nbsp; "I know it sounds stupid."&nbsp; She glances sideways at him at his suggestion.&nbsp; "We can't go upstairs.....I'm afraid my uncle will hear us....what about the poolhouse ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 01:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"The poolhouse will do just fine. We'll just say we had a nighttime swim and were too lazy to go back into the house." Charles said, "Lead the way...lady." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:46:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lead him back across the hallway, out to the dimlit pook and into the little cottagelike poolhouse, that was a full fledged guest house on the inside, including a very cosy looking livingroom, a kitchenette, a large bathroom with steam and sauna facilities and spacious bedroom, that had her clothes scattered all over the floor from when she changed into her bathing suit.<br><br>The duvet was thick and covered in white cotton with roses woven into the pattern. The bed itself had a white, metal, ornate frame.<br><br>She blushed a bit as the small tour ended and she whispered. "Is this too forward....would you rather stay in the livingroom ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"No this isn't too forward at all." Charles said, "It looks like a rather cozy place to spend the rest of the evening, or morning..." <br><br>&nbsp;He kissed her lightly again...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:56:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxed a little and answered his kiss, running her hands over his back, her body curved against his. She blushed and closed her eyes as her left hand ran into his hair, the right one to the small of his back.<br><br>After a few moments she broke the kiss and tugged some of her own hair behind her ear, lowering her eyes.<br>"I don't want you to think I do these things all the time, with all the men..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I wouldn't think that." Charles said, "Unless you'd been into bondage for sexual reasons before this little encounter. Which I imagine you weren't." <br><br>&nbsp;He continued to kiss her and his right hand again slid up her midsection to the right breast to give it a tender little squeeze. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head and kept her eyes locked wit him as she lowered the strap of her right shoulder down until it hung limp, lowering some of the upper right side of the bathing suit as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He reached over to the left shoulder to try and lower her other strap of her bathing suit. He kissed her again, he'd wait till she decided to remove the whole outfit before touching her some more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held her breath as she took his hand and slowly rubbed it over her top, so the spandex started to roll down. She guided his hands over her breasts until they bounced free out of their confinement, then she brought them up with her own hands, cupping them, offering them to him.<br><br>"You seem to like them..."&nbsp; she whispered with a bit of a blush
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 21:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"They rate highly among your more endearing features." Charles said, "They got a lot of attention at our first meeting I seem to remember..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 00:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte lowered her eyes a bit and took his hand, slowly guiding it up to her right breast, her own hand trembling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 00:26:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I meant that in a complimentary fashion of course. He gently squeezed first one breast and then the other. With the fingers on his right hand he traced circles around her right nipple...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 00:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not taking offense" She whispered as she slowly sucked in her air while he was touching such sensitive parts of her. Watching his eyes as he touched her
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now let me see that part of you I never saw when I had you tied up at the mansion..." He says and he starts to slide the rest of the suit down her body...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 15:52:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered as he brought up her time at the mansion. Sofar, conciously, she had only negative memories of her stay there. But in her dreams, Charles had done this before, slowly moved his hands down her body as he was doing now.<br><br>She had a flash image of her dream with Charles hovering over her, stroking her as she was helplessly tied down to a huge four poster bed, her naked body pressed down in bloodred satin, her limbs tethered to the bed with long black ribbons, his mouth on her breast, his hand doing what it was about to do right now...<br><br>exploring her most intimate parts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 17:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;His hand moved down Charlotte's body as he kissed her some more and slid more of the suit down her hip. He felt her wiggle out of it as she started to play with the buttons of his shirt...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 18:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath was irregular, her mouth warm, soft and sweet. Her fingers trembled as her hands rested against his chest, sliding under the shirt where she had opened it and going further down. Her bright eyes watched him, her hips gyrated slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 18:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He felt his shirt fall away and Charlotte's fingers made short work of his belt and trousers as he slipped out of them, falling back onto her bed as he kissed at her mouth and neck. He kissed down her neck further towards her breasts, kissing around the right and then the left breast before he made some concentric circles of kisses around Charlotte's left nipple...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte's body was very responsive to his attentions. Her nipples perked up hard and her hips moved slowly. Her blue eyes watched his mouth, her hands in his hair and she gasped softly, arching her shoulders slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He could feel her fingers rustling through his hair and then moved away from her to kiss her mouth. Between kisses he asked, "So something about our first meeting turned you on?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took her a bit to focus on the question, her heart racing, her eyes somewhat lidded.&nbsp; "Not right there and then." She said softly. "I was terrified then...But I keep having these dreams...where you do all these things to me... arousing things. You whisper things in my ear. I'm afraid, but also exited,nd I cannot stop you, because you have bound and gagged me."<br><br>Even as she spoke, her heartbeat went up and her breathing became more shallow
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Would you like to play that out?" Charles replied as he whisperred in her ear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a little surprized look.&nbsp; "You mean...tie me up....here ? Now ?" She furrowed her brow and watched him for a second. Was he serious ? <br><br>"And pretend ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Of course..." I say, "It seems like it's something you want to try or do...let us see if we can't recreate the experience."<br><br>&nbsp;As he gazes at her he adds, "Have you been tied up before in other cases you've done?" <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 12:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and shrugged a bit. "I tend to get in troubles sometimes, but not like with you, not...well...sexually"&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed a bit. Did she really trust this man enough to play pretend and have him tie her up ? She had trusted him enough to confess her dreams, but now she was confused. Aroused, but still confused and a bit suspicious, the latter, however seemed to exite her all the more. Was she playing with fire ? "Why do you ask ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Simply curious." Charles replied, amazed how Charlotte could be so erudite and sharp minded even when totally naked. <br><br>&nbsp;"And I'm simply trying to recreate the scene. Under somewhat more pleasant circumstances, however." Charles added, "See if you don't have those panties from our last meeting..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should..." She said with a bit of a smile. What was he up to ? "As a matter a fact, I brought everything I wore that night, In case I needed to get in and out somewhere unseen. Wait right here..." She kissed him on the cheeks and slipped her robe back on. Then she rushed out of the poolhouse and upstairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:09:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles gathered his 'materials' together. He hadn't really expected to bind and gag anyone really but he did have a few lengths of rope, a rag and a black silk scarf handy. This should be a lot of fun...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Charlotte came back to the poolhouse, no one seemed to be there. She was dressed in the tight black turtleneck sweater and leggings. The lights were out and she wondered if that was part of the game or if Charles Moriarty had simply played her for a fool. "Charles ?" She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a piece of paper on the floor. It was a note that red: "To recreate the night let us recreate your state of undress...maybe striping down to that state of undress when you first escaped..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She picked up the note and grinned, glancing around. Was he watching her ? Slowly she slid the turtleneck over her head, her hair bounced as it spilled free. Then she got rid of her legging, rolling it down gently until she was only wearing her panties. She glanced around again. Had he seen her ? Should she announce that she was ready. She could feel her fingers tremble nervously. "Charles ?" She called out again
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;No answer just yet. Charles stayed hidden far enough away that he couldn't be seen but close enough that he could see and hear Charlotte. Time to drag this out. Make her search a bit. The note had another clue: "Recall the mansion's twists and turns. Remember how you searched about..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and first popped her head into the bedroom with, then opened the closet carefully and looked behind the door. No one there. She went back to the livingroom area, this time sliding to the dressing rooms, each with their own shower cabin and joinded by a room that contained a steam cabin and a sauna. First she searched the ladies room, the restroom there, the shower stall. "Hmm..." She murmured, but her heartbeat was racing as she opened the door to the steamroom and sauna.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Another piece of paper is on the floor of the steamroom. "Now we recreate..." is all it says.<br><br>&nbsp;Charles came up behind Charlotte slowly and grabbed her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth and pulling her against his hardening manhood. His left hand cups her left breast...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a rush of adrenaline as she instinctively struggles, feeling his arousal against him as he holds her so close and tightly. "HMPF !" She groans into his hand, it's not even pretence, as much as she knew this would happen, it took her by surprize. Her shoulders tense and she groans softly as he touches her breast, her hips gyrating, her pantie rubbing against his hardened manhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 13:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Very nice." Charles said. "Now put your hands behind you..." <br><br>&nbsp;He bound Charlotte's hands palm to palm, the better to make her breasts seem more prominent. Then he bound her ankles together before he gagged her like he had her gagged at the mansion. He carries her over his shoulder running his hands down her buttocks and thighs before heading for the bedroom. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered, squirming on his shoulder and he could smell her arrousal as he ran his hand down her buttocks and thighs. She made soft whimpering noises, like she had made that one night. Her body felt soft against his chest, her breasts pressing into his back, her feet kicking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles sat Charlotte on the bed and fitted his hands over her breasts squeezing and massaging them like he'd done at the mansion. He gently licked Charlotte's earlobe. "You're looking good tonight..." he says in the voice of the dastardly villain. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She breathed fast and ragged through her nostrils, squirming in his hold as her nipples grew firmer and her breasts bounced in his hold. She tried to pull away from him, but his grip was tight. "HMpf !!" She protested loudly, her blue eyes watching him with a mixture of exitement and fear. What was she doing.....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:26:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very nice." he says and squeezes her breasts some more before turning her on his lap on her side. He kisses the side of her gag and down the side of her neck and then down the side of her left breast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him, her body sliding in his lap, making slow circling moves. She shook her head and bucked a bit, but she could feel that only turned him on even more. Her muffled moans sounded soft and helpless and were in no way affected, he could feel her spine curve back as she danced in his lap
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 15:01:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses at Charlotte's breasts as his left hand creeps between her thighs, toying at her lips. His tongue curls around her left nipple and his right hand teases her right breast before hands and mouth switch breasts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 15:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her bound fingers curled and she whimpered softly into the gag as he slid his fingers between the soft fabric of her panties and her sex, blatantly touching her, her could feel how moist she was, so different then at the night they met
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 15:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He let his fingers tease around Charlotte's inner thighs and the material of his panties as his other fingers and mouth alternated around Charlotte's breasts. His fingers moved around the panties and toyed with her sex, not entering just yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 18:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered, closing her eyes with a groan, leaning back, her bound wrists wriggling, her legs widening as far as the restraints would let her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He untied the ropes binding Charlotte's ankles to let her widen her legs before moving his hand back to the area between her thighs. His fingers started to probe inside Charlotte's sex a little, finger toying around her clit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte whimpered and shook her head, squirming, rubbing herself in his lap, her slit was warm and moist and her clit was throbbing. Her breasts and her hair bounced as she wriggled and writhed in his hold
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The fingers went deeper inside as Charles began to suck on Charlotte's left nipple, curling his tongue around it in circles while his free hand toyed with Charlotte's right nipple. Her breasts were bouncing practically in his face as she mmph'd and struggled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cries becamed more desperate, her buckings more vivid. She wanted to touch him, wanted to kiss him wanted to tell him how good this felt, how much she wanted him.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered, her mouth hmpf'd and she wriggled helplessly in his lap. He could feel the swell of her clit, the bucking more unsteady, less controlled
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles wanted to get her hotter before he released her from her bonds. She looked so hot wriggling and squirming in his lap in nothing but that hot little lace thong. He decided to pull her gag down to see what she was saying...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You bastard..." She hissed. "Stop this...."&nbsp; Her blue eyes were fierce, her sex so wet hand warm against his hand, her breasts heavy with swollen nipples.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:38:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No can do snoop." He said and gagged Charlotte once again. "Good staying in character. He whisperred in her ear." <br><br>&nbsp;He fingered Charlotte a little deeper before he reached down to her hips, sliding the moistened panties down her thighs...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a small wink as he commented and then she started to thrash in his lap as he pulled at her panties, her last piece of modesty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He slide the panties totally off of Charlotte's legs and winked as he lifted some black strips of cloth he'd found lying around one of the rooms. He used one long piece to bind Charlotte's left ankle to one bed post. He did the same to her right ankle to another bedpost. Finally he unbound her wrists before tying them to individual bedposts. <br><br>&nbsp;"I can see you're a natural blonde." Charles said as he undressed as well. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 20:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had exposed her to his eyes, stretched open wide, naked on the bed, it felt like one of her dreams.&nbsp; His eyes, his hands, his voice, his breath on her skin and there was nothing she could do about it. She was his prisoner once more and this time he would do all the horrible things he had threatened her with, short of killing her.<br><br>But this time, she wanted him to....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 20:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles mounted Charlotte's hips and squeezed both her breasts with his hands as his hardened manhood entered Charlotte. He thrust with his hips thrust by thrust, starting slowly but starting to gain in intensity...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 23:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte thrashed her head from side to side, hmpfing in the gag, her hips canting. He could feel how ready she was for him, how slick, how warm, how tight. She wriggled beneath him, enjoying the feeling of him inside her, the fact that she couldn't express herself, touch him, kiss him drove her crazy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 05:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He thrust in and out of Charlotte, feeling her tight and warm insides, before he reached over to remove her gag, thrusting in and out of her. The rhythm increased as she canted her hips to match his start...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 22:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Charles...." she whispered desperately, breathlessly.&nbsp; "Charles....God...this..ohng....I'm going to burst...." She tugged her restraints, wriggling like a mad woman, a wild animal that actually needed to be tied down.&nbsp; <br><br>Her inner muscles, so tight and wet around him almost seemed to bite him as her hips started to buck in an even faster tempo than the pace he had set.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 15:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles removed Charlotte's restraints as he matched her pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. He moved his mouth, kissing at the side of her neck while a free hand teased her right breast...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 23:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled feverishly and licked her lips as she exhaled, trying to regain her breath.<br>"Charles,"&nbsp; She whispered. "I want you....badly....now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 18:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles kept going, a sereis of faster and faster thrusts as his right hand squeezed her right breast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte wrapped herself around him, her hands around his neck, her face burried against the side of his, mouth warm against his ear.&nbsp; She was warm and tight around him, her inner muscles slick and smooth against his hardness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 10:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles could feel Charlotte's inner muscles contracting against him. He pushed a little harder, a little faster. His hand took a nice firm hold of Charlotte's buttocks as he squeezed her firm little as while pushing deeper and harder into her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 17:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his pace became less gentle and his grip tighter, he could literaly feel a jolt going through her. She stiffened for a second and then let out a long languish groan, her moves uncontrolled as she was driven over the edge and fell into the abyss of unbound release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 20:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles fingers tightened around Charlotte's buttocks as he found his release and climaxed as well. He released her and then held onto her for a moment catching his breath...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 10:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She borrowed her head against his chest and kissed him softly, out of breath herself, her body pressed against his, her hair matted against her forehead and a content, glazed look in her eyes. "I surrender, evil villain" she whispered as she nuzzled him. "You have caught me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 10:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles smiled and kissed her, "I bet both our late ancestors are rolling over in the grave right now...if not rising from the dead just for the sole purpose of beating us up." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 11:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled a bit and kissed his cheek. "I don't know...I think Sherlock would appreciate the irony." She wrapped her naked leg over his and pulled him close, leaning her head to his shoulder. "I know I do...but not as much as I appreciate..." She kissed his lips "That..." and then she pulled his hand to her mouth. "And these..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 13:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I'm glad to see I have such a following." Charles said, "I'm still thinking MY late ancestor is likely drinking himself into oblivion about this." <br><br>&nbsp;He smiled as he kissed her once more...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 00:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte chuckled and laid contently against his chest, pondering.<br><br>"How do you think this had worked out if we had met in a different way ? So..what do you do ? Oh I dabble a bit with P.I.-ish stuff.&nbsp; Really ? I'm a catburglar..." She giggled and blinked. "What are we going to do about this Henri bloke ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 06:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Well. Just how badly do you want him to go to jail for his crimes? I could make him disappear? I heard he loves boating and that the English Channel is rather stormy this time of year. It would be hard to locate bodies." Charles joked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 09:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her tense a bit as she raised her brow, either not catching that it was a joke or trying to meassure just how much of a joke it was.<br><br>"Have you done that before ? I mean...make someone..disappear ?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 09:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"No, but with a dirtbag like Henri I'm willing to give it a try." Charles replied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 12:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte pushed herself upright with a frown.<br>"What has gotten into you ? You can't actually consider killing that man ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 12:50:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Well, first what that scumbag did to you and Vicki and second the theft of my ancestor's notebook definitely made that thought manifest itself. Notice I said 'willing to give it a try', not 'I'm gonna kill him'." Charles said as he sat up, facing his now distraught looking lover. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 10:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte frowned deeply, not knowing whether she wanted to hold him close or squirm away from him.<br>Eventually she kissed his shoulder and then the nape of his neck. She leaned her head agianst him, her mass of golden curls tickled his back, shoulder, chest and upper arm.<br><br>"You are not a killer, Charles. And this dick is not worth facing prison for. We'll find a way to beat him at this own game, ok. Don't resolve to anything rash."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 10:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"True." Charles said, as he kissed her some more, "And in prison with conjugal visits, I can't do this." <br><br>&nbsp;He kissed her lips lightly, "Or this."<br><br>&nbsp;He kissed Charlotte's left earlobe. Then down the line of her jaw, her neckline, the vale between her breasts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 11:10:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte groand languishly, bending backwards as he kissed her lower, one had supporting her, the other in his hair. "You better remember that, Charles Moriarty" she hissed in his ear as she laid down and pulled him on top of her. "Besides, a proper young lady like me cannot associate with convicted criminals...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 15:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Oh, shall I leave your bed then? I do have a traffic ticket on my record..." Charles said, jokingly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>01-02-2009, 20:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte chuckled and turned right around, toppling him over, straddling him.<br><br>"Is that a fact ? Are you a bad boy ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 09:56:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Let's see." Said Charles from below her, "One traffic ticket, only criminal offense on record. Theft of various Moriarty heirlooms and the binding and kidnapping of one female snoop...I'd say I qualify on all counts..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 10:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only one ?"&nbsp; She kissed his cheek softly and rubbed her body over his chest as she pressed her his down, gyrating teasingly. "I don't believe you. All those traps, all that expertise...you had done that before..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:04:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Oh but you were my first snoop kidnapped. I just happened to have a well thought-out plan in case one did turn up on my doorstep." Charles replied, pulse quickening as Charlotte rubbed against him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 17:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bent her hair a bit, shaking her hair lose, teasing his chest before she flipped it back again. "So I suppose this is when I get my revenge ?" She whispered close to his ear as she reached for the restraints with glistening eyes
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 17:55:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles managed to turn the tables on her, now Charlotte was on her back, "Nice try...I rather appreciate the 'sneak up on me' trick..." He smiled playfully at her as he held her hands above her head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 21:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll still need to work on it, obviously" she whispered as she wriggled beneath him, grinning. "that was all to easy....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 10:26:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"And you've already gotten your revenge, having captured my fancy as you have." He said as he kissed her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 11:04:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte swung her arms and legs around him and pulled him close. "I did ? I wasn't aware of that...." she whispered into his ear. "Perhaps you should show me...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles replied by kissing her, deeply as she lay on her back. His fingers teased at her hair and then her ears, and the left side of her jaw, tracing a line with his fingers down her throat, between her breasts....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:15:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She streched out, sprawling her body out on display for his eyes only, full disclosure, wriggling as he trailed her forms with his finger. "Are you sure this is.. <em>my</em>...revenge ?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Oh yes, because you are absolutely irresistible right now..." Charles said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She brought her hips up and rubbed it against his half interested manhood and smiled. <br><br>"I don't know what is more incredible...that we haven't done this before...or that we're going to do it again...so soon..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I'd say both. And also the added irony." Charles joked, "The descendent of arguably one of the greatest detectives alive caught in bed with the descendent of one of the greatest thieves alive would definitely cause both our dearly departed ancestors to spin in their graves." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 18:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed his chin and let her hands roam over his naked body, lifting her big blue eyes up at him.<br><br>"God...we have to keep this out of the media..." She grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 18:58:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"It's not as if I'm connected by name to my activities." Charles replied. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, "No but your last name is still Moriarty. The tabloids would have a field day on that one.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:22:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Who believes tabloids anyway?" Charles said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you kidding me ?" She kissed his chest.&nbsp; "You're pretty....not too bright...but pretty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I appreciate the setiment." he said, cradling Charlotte's head in his hands, "But what moron believes what they read in tabloids?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"75% here in Brittain....and 90% of you in the colonies" She chuckled.&nbsp; "Didn't you know that ? It will only last for a few days, two weeks tops, but we'll be ambushed and surrounded for that period of time."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Charles rolled his eyes, "Remind me to terrorize in a bad way the local paparrazi." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My hero..." She grinned and pulled him close, lying lazily on the once so pristine white bed, purring like a kitten, curling against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:53:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He gently drew the covers under their chins as they lay in the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, kissing his chest and chin, snuggling until she was comfortable. She didn't want to think about tomorrow, she just wanted to lay here and bask.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He fell asleep as well, cuddling with her under the sheets, waiting until the sun of the morning rose...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the sound of Beth, the housekeeper gasping and 'descretely' closing the door that roused her. She shot straight up in bed. "Fuck...Charles...." She hissed with her eyes wide. "Fuck...she saw us.."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Let her see us. I'm not worried about it." Charles replied, "And how discrete is she?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 08:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled and kissed his cheek "Beth ?&nbsp; She's faster than the internet. I wouldn't be suprized if the apothecary's wife knew it by the time we got up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RoleplayingMale</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:23:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Like I said, I hardly care about that. And it's not as if I'm as notorious as my ancestor." Charles said as he kissed Charlotte, gently tracing a finger down the line of her throat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Haunted Mansion (RoleplayingMale and blue rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue rose</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and leaned into the kiss, pressing her body against him, soaking in his warmth. "To me you are"&nbsp; she whispered and smiled. "And what about my reputation ?"<br><br>And so Holmes and Moriarty had rivaled with each other once more in history, but with quite a different outcome than their ancestors had. With their combined intellect and skills, they would surely shake the local underworld to the core, starting with retrieving the missing diary.<br><br>And after summer, their adventures would continue in the Colonies. And not just the hunt for the lost belongings of the Moriarty heritage....<br><br><br>----The End----
			</dd>
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