The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]
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				Title: <strong>The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:11:01</strong>
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				A small crowd had gathered where a young woman had fainted.<br><br>The Époque Museum in Central London had just unveiled its newest acquisition: the Mystic Blue, a nearly flawless blue-black sapphire of substantial size uncovered in the mountains of India. That night, only the wealthy and the privileged were admitted to view the shiny blue rock, while the masses would wait until the following morning when the museum once again opened its doors to the public. The museum planned on a wave of patrons the following day as a direct result of the new attraction and as such, the managers had upped security at the doors. They had every right to be concerned, for not everyone who attended the exhibit that night was content to merely admire the Mystic Blue. In fact, two of them were set on claiming the priceless sapphire as their own.<br><br>Satine Crosse, twenty years old last June, had walked out of her modest flat that evening in her very best dress. She hadn't many, but tonight was a special occasion. Floor-length with a softened bustle that billowed with translucent white fabric, the sky-blue dress clung nicely to her slim frame, concealing all but the tops of her shoulders and but a sliver of her milky white collarbone. The shape of the clothing accentuated her feminine curves, aided further by an ebony corset constructed from whale bone and laced far too tight for comfort. She had tied her long, luxurious black hair up just to expose that tiny hint of her porcelain flesh, yet she had also left the back portion down, curtaining the fronts of her shoulders - all at once a show of flirtation and modesty. She liked it when men looked at her, but only on her terms. But she could hardly concern herself with thoughts of men at that moment. She had more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>From the moment that the museum's managers had unveiled the Mystic Blue, Satine had not looked well. Her face was flushed and no matter how often she took to waving her delicate lace fan, she received no relief. No one thought twice about her breathlessness as she puttered about the main museum hall; ladies often laced their corsets too tight and lost their breaths, but they always bounced back. Satine did not. Rather, she collapsed on the parquet floor of the Époque, a short distance from the Mystic Blue's perch and nearer the exit. Her fainting spell drew gasps from the high society ladies and attracted the attention of the gentlemen, including the guards scattered about the main hall who immediately abandoned their posts to tend to her, fanning her face in the hopes of bringing her about.<br><br>None of it worked, for she hadn't truly fainted.<br><br>If nothing else, Satine was an excellent actress - or rather, an excellent <em>actor</em>, for despite the dress, the hair, and the makeup, Satine was a man. A rather slender and delicate man who preferred corsets and petticoats over tunics and trousers, but a man nonetheless, and exceedingly talented at playing the damsel in distress. He knew how to bat his eyelashes at men to get his way, he knew how to weep on cue, and perhaps most importantly, he knew how to swoon and draw attention away from the real picture. Namely the fact that his brother - his identical twin brother - was busy in the background, working to swipe the Mystic Blue from its display.<br><br>This diversion would last all of a few minutes. A fainting woman was interesting, but she wasn't <em>that</em> interesting. Eventually, some older lady would break out the smelling salts, whereupon Satine would be forced to regain consciousness. Until then, the guards were busy and the other half of the thieving pair was in the clear.<br><br>Satine only hoped that he would work quickly...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 09:18:08</strong>
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				It had been a perfect time. Everything had been planned out to the last detail starting from the objective and distraction, even thoughts to escape if they had to abandon the plan. The pair worked well together, as twins should. Especially when this would be one of those 'all or nothing' moves on their part. To be caught would be the undoing of at least one of them. But where was the fun in worrying about it? He had dressed plainly, but with all the class of a gentleman his age would've had. Black hair smoothed down where a brown hat had been, a vest and button up shirt, jacket over that and slim slacks, black shoes polished.<br><br>Phillip wasted no time. The moment all the attention was drawn to his beautiful counterpart he crouched down and spun back to use the display's stand as a block to his actions. The jewel would stand no chance now for Phillip too hid a surprise in his clothes, though not as shocking to some. Underneath his clothing he had hid away many tools. He knew where each one was and exactly the use. <br><br>He worked quickly. A ball of sticky but weak adhesive applied to the glass and he stuck a handle bar down carefully. With quick precision he cut out a circle around the handle and pulled it free from the rest of the case. A gloved hand grasped the Mystic Blue and he gave a peek over the top. An elderly woman was digging through her clutch. He returned to his work. He replaced the gem with a cheap glass imitation, something he'd gotten his hands on the moment word was out of what was coming to the museum. At a glance they could be twin jewels, but it didn't take a perfect eye to pick out flaws. Time was ticking though. Phillip wriggled a glass jar from his pocket and with a mini brush he slicked glue from the jar over the edges. He popped the handle off, along with the adhesive, tapping the circular cut of glass gentle until it was in place, about the time the woman had located the salts from her clutch and offered it to help.<br><br>The glue hadn't set, there was no time to make it look perfect. He had to leave now. Phillip hurried from the museum, knowing leaving Satine wouldn't change things. They'd meet up at a check point. He couldn't risk being caught with the Mystic Blue and nobody would suspect the sweet woman of having done anything but faint in the beauty of the gem.<br><br>By the time anyone would proclaim the gem a fake, the twins would be gone.<br><br>"Fantastic!" He had said in praise to his twin. "You were perfect, not a soul had their eyes off of you." Some looked to his brother almost in an unsavory manner however. Phillip couldn't dwell on it. "Did you have any trouble getting out?" He glanced him over, he didn't seem to be bruised up. But he couldn't have waited outside of the museum, they'd seal off the area searching for the gem. Selling it would be a delicate process. But oh so rewarding! Dinner parties, feasts, clothes custom tailored to fit them, a warm luxurious house. Well..The Mystic Blue was worth a lot, but he wasn't sure exactly how much. They would probably keep working, if only to stay busy.<br><br>With new riches came a whole new status. Everyone would soon learn their names and make talk about the twins. So young yet already well off. It surely would mean they were safe from the common folk crimes and scummy characters. Surely with riches came only the wanted attention. Phillip had been blissfully unaware of what went through some of the men's minds watching his twin. Men of higher class and lower it didn't seem to matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 11:49:42</strong>
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				Satine didn't have to wonder, nor did he have to steal a glance across the room to see how his brother was doing. He already knew. Phillip was an expert at his craft, stealthy and tactful and all but undetectable when he set his mind to a task. So complete was Satine's faith in him and his skill that he was willing to enter the most dangerous of situations without a single batted eyelash. They had, after all, conspired to commit crime countless times before, from picking pockets in their early teens to outright burglary as they neared adulthood. Perfecting their art had not been an easy road, but with every pocket they picked and with every home (or museum) they burgled, they got off scot-free. They were that good.<br><br>Just as he had expected, an older woman had procured a bottle of smelling salts from her clutch and offered it down to the guard cradling Satine in his arm. The burly man popped the lid of the bottle open and waved it beneath the young man's nose; if Satine had not been awake before, he certainly was now, courtesy of the pungent aroma wafting from the small glass bottle. Reacting to the ammonia, his breathing quickened and his eyes fluttered open, greeted with the sight of a concerned crowd, all of whom he looked past to view the glass case displaying the Mystic Blue. To the untrained eye, everything looked to be in its proper place, but if one gazed closely enough at the item behind the glass, one would notice that it did not shine as brilliantly as it had before. Cut glass never sparkled the way real gemstones did.<br><br>Yet another perfect heist.<br><br>With the help of the guard, Satine made his way back onto his feet, apologizing profusely for any trouble he may have caused before excusing himself from the others on the grounds that he simply had to return home and rest. All was quiet in the museum as he trotted off into the lamp-lit streets, bound for his and Phillip's designated check point, but he knew that the calm would not last for long. Depending on how well Phillip had glued the fracture in the glass case, he had a small window of opportunity to get away. Mercifully, that window was enough for him to reach the sculpted marble fountain in the square where Phillip was waiting for him, praising him on a job well done.<br><br>Smiling brightly, Satine gave a little curtsy to his twin. "Thank you. A seamless job as always," he praised Phillip in turn. Then, asked if he had any trouble removing himself from the scene, he shook his head and looked down at his dress, letting down a gloved hand to smooth out a few wrinkles in the cerulean fabric. "No, not at all. No one thinks twice if a woman looks faint," he giggled, reveling in the mischief they had caused.<br><br>Urging him to follow with a subtle sidelong gesture of his head, Satine laced an arm into Phillip's, leading him away from the fountain and nearer the street. Despite their relationship as brothers, intimate gestures like hooking arms didn't bother him. In fact, the closer he was to his twin, the better. Satine depended on that closeness to make him feel complete. Safe, even.<br><br>"Do we still have time to drop by the Dixons' party tonight? It's a prime opportunity for business," he offered, just in case Phillip required a little baiting. It was a little chancy, going to a party with the night's take in their pockets, but Satine was a bit of a gambler - and besides, he never missed an opportunity to line up another job or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:46:44</strong>
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				Satine had made it out safely. That was good news all by itself. Walking along side his twin many may have thought it was simply a protective brother guiding his beloved sister, or that he had found an exact match as his mate. Either way Phillip didn't mind the closeness they shared, welcoming that warm feeling.<br><br>"The Dixon's...?" Oh how could he have forgotten? It showed clearly in his expression unable to hide the fact that the party hadn't been anywhere in his mind. He had been thinking, obsessing, over the treasure they now had. Not being stuffed in a room full of people not worthy of speaking to because of the over exaggerated stories coming out of their mouths and hearing of how everything just plopped into their laps at birth. Wealth, care, everything. But he looked at Satine whom looked like he wanted to go.<br><br>"Well.." He sighed, feeling defeated. It would put a hold on the rare gem's sale, but he couldn't say no to Satine. He stowed the Mystic Blue in a flap of the vest where it'd be hidden and safely. "Alright. I suppose we could stay for a little while." He smiled softly. He'd try and behave himself, tolerate. For a while. The only problem with the way their life had been going is that lately they've been on a winning streak. It was about time for that to break, Phillip knew it, but when?<br><br>Everyone was dressed so finely, even his twin. If this wasn't enough to make Phillip feel uncomfortable, the tempting amounts of sparkling gems and jewels on lovely necks and ears did. He was mildly paranoid, keeping close to Satine. At least there was food and drink here. "You're so cruel." He groaned but let out a sigh and smile. So much temptation. But if he were to attempt anything even with how practiced they were, there was that nagging voice if they got locked in and searched. Not only would stolen jewelry be found, but the Mystic Blue. Phillip didn't think he could faint his way out of that. Maybe on the way out he'd help himself..<br><br>"I'm going to find something to drink, would you like one?" Phillip asked before leaving Satine to mingle a moment.<br><br>Someone seen the opportunity that arose when the two were apart. "Forgive my intruding, but I couldn't ignore your beauty any longer." Tall, well build and bred, and a smooth silver tongued voice. Dressed in luxurious materials of deep colors, hair kept perfectly in place, and a smile to melt a heart of ice. <br><br>Phillip had located the drinks, finally. He grumbled about it to himself though kept himself gentlemanly. Until he seen this man talking to his twin. Something about him made a wave come over him. He eyed the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 23:04:50</strong>
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				It seemed that Phillip could never say no to Satine, who beamed as his brother agreed to attend the party with him. He hadn't wanted to go alone. Phillip was not only his other half, he was his life preserver, a way out in case he needed one and someone to lean on if he felt he had to. And in a room full of socialites, the likes of whom they were working so hard to rejoin, he needed that lifeline. Just in case.<br><br>All the glitz and glamour of London's creme de la creme made Satine feel right at home. He had been but a child when last that lavish lifestyle had belonged to him, but wealth was in his blood, and he enjoyed it immensely. Granted, like Phillip, he couldn't help that familiar itch in the tips of his fingers, urging him to snatch everything that sparkled. One woman's lovely ruby earrings had caught his eye and it was all Satine could do not to win her attention and slip them right off her ears. Equally strong was the urge to snatch away another woman's dazzling emerald teardrop necklace. Satine had a deeply rooted appreciation for beautiful gems - usually only for the price tag that accompanied them.<br><br>"Please," Satine replied, watching as Phillip retreated to find the alcohol. He felt a touch nervous, being on his own in a crowded room, but that was where his acting skills took over. Even if he was terribly uncomfortable, he could pretend otherwise, and pretend he did when shortly thereafter, a very well-to-do gentleman approached him, remarking on his beauty. At this, Satine's pink-stained lips curled up into a smile and, as per the standard behavior expected of women, he turned his eyes away as a show of modesty. He never got tired of men complimenting him. At least the rich ones. Satine was very much attracted to those of his own gender, but his investment in them began and ended with what they could give him. No emotional strings.<br><br>Now was no different.<br><br>"Such words from a gentleman," Satine chided gently, but playfully, as he raised his blue eyes to look at the stranger. If nothing else, he was very handsome, Satine decided, and, likely, obscenely wealthy. He was worth speaking to, at least, just in case. "However, I would insist to know your name, sir, if you intend on flattering me again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 11:48:54</strong>
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				"I do intend on flattering you quite often. Someone as lovely as yourself should be reminded of your beauty constantly." The man bent slightly in a bow. "I am the Baron Von Henrie, Royce Von Henrie." He spoke with perfection in his words, a promise of wealth in every breath. The man was well polished to the decorative buttons on his cuffs to his shining shoes, not a hair out of place on his head. He could drown Satine in jewels.<br><br>Phillip was not impressed. But there was opportunity with this man. He basically oozed fortune. Phillip would rather Satine become friends with a Duchess or a maid of a wealthy man.<br><br>"What name has been given to you? It must have been a feat to chose a name for you." Phillip rolled his eyes. Satine was probably eating this up. But he wouldn't want his twin to get a big head now. He looked to the man. He most likely lived in a huge manor with wrap around garden and plenty of help he could flirt on and practice his lines to make the women swoon. But he was just a step that had to be walked over. Another piece to complete their lives. Things would be easy soon, and if it meant watching Satine get fussed over by every other man that came his way Phillip should just let it go and keep watch like a good brother. Satine would let him know if something was wrong. It made him feel heated to see Satine flirt and be flirted with any day it occurred. He wouldn't let his brother know of it. How embarrassing it would be if his twin discovered pitiful instances of such jealousy. Not jealous of his twin, but jealous of the attention he allowed himself to give those people.<br><br>"Ah, and this must be your.." The Baron started as Phillip returned, holding out a glass for Satine. "Brother." Phillip answered with a little smile forced as it had to be. He wasn't as good at pretending to feel completely different. The Baron eyed both over with a swift flick of his eyes. He could tell Phillip was slightly troubled with the situation. He didn't intend to let Satine slip away. There was something strange about this woman, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he was attracted a great deal to her. Their parents must have been angelic, even Phillip had a physical beauty in him, though Satine showed it off better.<br><br>"Perhaps you could join me for a lovely evening soon. If you brother permits.." The Baron said with a glance to Phillip, whom nearly choked on his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 21:53:14</strong>
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				Wealthy men were all well and good, but wealthy men with <em>titles</em> made Satine's eyes glimmer with the promise of an obscenely generous payoff. True, the Mystic Blue in Phillip's vest pocket was more than enough to help them start a new chapter in their lives, but... oh, this was just too good of an opportunity to waste. The Baron, if so disposed, could shower him with expensive gifts that would more than supplement Satine and Phillip's desired lifestyle for years and years. If all he had to do was bat his eyelashes and offer up an explicit favor or two, Satine was more than happy to oblige the Baron and his wealth. It would be worth it.<br><br>"Satine," he said at last, putting on a show of mild fluster at the Baron's compliments. "Satine Daae." Offering up the last name that he and his brother used in their social circles to a man he planned on conning was out of the question. If things went sour, or if Satine wanted to drop off the man's radar, he didn't want the Baron to know his last name - even if "Crosse" wasn't the surname that he and Phillip had been born with. <br><br>As Phillip returned, Satine gratefully took his glass gave his brother a bright smile, one that belied his utter enthusiasm at his latest catch. "My <em>twin</em> brother," he announced, taking a small sip of the lavish drink offered to him. In actuality, Satine was not the daintiest of drinkers (he could have slammed down quite a bit of hard liquor), but he put on an act when he and Phillip were out and about. After all, ladies weren't supposed to know how to hold their liquor.<br><br>The Baron was forward, as to be expected, in asking Satine for a date, while simultaneously smoothing his forwardness by almost asking Phillip for permission. Phillip was Satine's keeper, after all (as far as anyone else was concerned, anyway), and determined who he would or would not spend time with. Satine knew he wouldn't argue, but he acted uncertain, anyway. "Phillip... You wouldn't object to my spending an evening with the Baron von Henrie, would you?" he asked, displaying a bit of a pout as though to persuade his twin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 08:32:37</strong>
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				Phillip looked to have little to no desire to allow Satine to go off with this man. Something in his gut was burning, and it wasn't the drink alcohol he had seconds ago. But to deny his brother would hurt him even more than this strange feeling. That look would eat away at him. "I suppose you could spend some time with the Baron.." He said slowly, as if unsure of his own words. "No harm in one evening.." But he knew one would lead to more, especially if this Baron tempted Satine with a few none too cheap gifts.<br><br>"Wonderful." The Baron said never having worried for a moment. He assumed even if Phillip had said no, the lovely Satine would convince him otherwise. Twins. That was strangely alluring. Both of the Daaes were youthful and beautiful though the Baron wouldn't openly say so.<br><br>Phillip looked towards the door and took a long drink. It had been hard enough going to the party with such a precious gem when he had wanted to hurry off and make their fortune, but now he had the uncomfortable honor of meeting a Baron whom was interested in his twin. Then again, what man wasn't interested in Satine? He presented himself like many of the ladies of proper breeding and class, dressed as elegant as they could afford. Satine's skin looked so soft, his lips so kissable. Phillip eyed his drink. He probably shouldn't be drinking right now.<br><br>"And where shall I go to pick up your lovely <em>twin</em> sister, Phillip?" He asked, but gave a smile to Satine instead. Phillip turned his attention back to the Baron. "I will escort her to wherever it is you choose to spend time with her." He wanted to be sure the Baron didn't split with his twin. The Baron nodded his head. "Very well." The Baron gave off directions and suggested they meet for a Sunday dinner. He was called for by one of the house servants, he turned and placed a kiss on the top of Satine's hand lingering only a moment more. "I look forward to seeing you again." He excused himself.<br><br>Phillip found himself watching this Baron Von what's his face leave. Treating Satine like one of the swooning women he must come in contact with so often. "He seems...yes." He couldn't come up with an explanation for himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 13:12:23</strong>
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				At first, Satine had thought that his twin's reluctance was an act, something to get the Baron interested, since men of his caliber seemed to harbor stronger desires for both items and women withheld from their eager grasps. Yet, as he looked at Phillip's expression more closely, saw the look in his eyes, Satine realized that that hesitance to let him spend time with the Baron was not false. He honestly didn't want him to go. That baffled Satine like nothing else. Phillip knew that he could hold his own against a man like the Baron. Why was he suddenly so concerned? Satine didn't have time to ask for fear of breaking face, so he only smiled at his brother and chimed a bright "Thank you, Phillip" for the sake of showmanship.<br><br>Satine wasn't bothered by the idea of Phillip escorting him to his date with the Baron and if he was, he wasn't showing it. Ladies were often escorted to dates and such by trusted male relatives; sometimes, said male relatives even chaperoned. Satine hoped that he could talk him out of the latter, though. The Baron was likely to be more generous if they were alone and Satine was able to charm him properly. Oh, he could just imagine the luxury headed his way, all courtesy of a little flirtation.<br><br>Taking note of the directions given to them, Satine smiled graciously, gave over his hand for a kiss, and bid the Baron goodnight. He already missed him and his wealth. Taking a sip of his drink, Satine turned back to Phillip, frowning just a bit at his expression and giving his shoulder a gentle, chiding tap with his lace folding fan. "What is the matter with you?" he asked in a hushed tone of voice, hoping to make their exchange look as casual as possible. "I realize we're a bit pressed for time," Namely because of the sapphire in Phillip's pocket, "but you're usually more eager than this."<br><br>Gently swirling his drink, simply out of habit, Satine gave a glance across the room to the Baron's retreating back. Perfectly greedy by nature, his eyes lit up once more. "His investment in our time together could get us into a house like this," he murmured. And then yet quieter, "No more rented rooms on the outskirts of town, no more scraping by between jobs..." Both Satine and Phillip had worked long to set themselves up for a new life, picking pockets to get by and executing grander heists to establish greater wealth. They had a small stockpile of expensive goods at their current residence, all waiting to be sold in bulk when their value peaked at the end of the year. With their hoard, the Mystic Blue, and contributions from the Baron, Satine was sure that they would both be set for life.<br><br>"He is nothing I haven't handled before," Satine added, turning back to Phillip with a reassuring smile. "Come now. We should be celebrating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 08:31:05</strong>
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				Phillip slowly let out a long breath. "You're right..." He said with a slight smile. "We're just so close.. I only wish you didn't draw so many eyes." He admitted, feeling foolish about it. "So many strangers. Though I feel uncomfortable with this..man wanting you at his <em>home</em>. How am I to watch for any signals should something start to go wrong?" He didn't want this man making advances towards his twin. He didn't want the Baron even looking at him so. He was used to being side by side with Satine on the job and though they had spent time apart, it always felt so wrong to be away from him.<br><br>More credit was due towards his brother. Satine could get himself out of a squeeze, Phillip knew this. Perhaps he was being too protective. His gut was wrong. There was no reason that Satine couldn't handle this an overcome by his twin's beauty. He doubted Satine would allow him to accompany him on his supposed date with the Baron. A Baron. As if normal temptation wasn't enough. Maybe they were becoming greedy. Hopefully such things wouldn't catch up to them.<br><br>The promise of a comfortable life far different from what they had experienced before, it would be more than enough to make up for having to fuss and worry over Satine's safety. He'd be just fine. Most likely the Baron would dote on him and shower him in gifts, and then Satine would leave him and the two of them would escape somewhere where a house and servants, maybe even a high class cook, would take care of their every need. Satine would not have to flaunt around all these eager to grab at him men. He could sit there and look pretty in clothes custom made to fit him. Yes, that sounded fantastic. Phillip had no desire to return to being hungry at night, being rained on and cold, unsure of what the morning would bring, and he desired to be as far from the dangers of living on the street could bring. Even if that meant staying away for a little while.<br><br>"Let's celebrate then." Phillip smiled, finishing his drink. If Satine was comfortable enough, Phillip supposed he could let his guard and enjoy himself. "After all, we've much to look forward to. A new home..A new wardrobe.." He suggested. He always did find it fun to watch Satine dress. He looked so happy and beauty glowed about him when he was in such a state of mind. He wanted his twin to be happy. <br><br>The day folded into the night, and at some point Phillip decided he had enough to drink. He was smiling profoundly, yet his balance and speech was only short of perfect. Satine wanted to celebrate, Phillip would do so. Satine wanted to have an evening meal with the Baron, Phillip would allow it. Satine wanted to blow the moon up, Phillip would be there to count off the numbers. At some point he had suggested they return home. It was late, and he felt the Mystic blue in his pocket begging to be admired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 11:49:33</strong>
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				Hearing of Phillip's discomfort where men were concerned came as a bit of a shock to Satine. He had always assumed that Phillip was perfectly fine with the attention he received from those of their gender, since it almost always paid off, so to hear otherwise disheartened Satine considerably. He didn't like making his twin worry like that. Why hadn't he said anything sooner? What was it about the Baron that made the difference?<br><br>"Relax," Satine urged, offering his twin yet another smile meant to soothe his worry. "I can have this job over and done with in less than a month. Nobility always begin with grand gestures, so it won't take as long as it would ordinarily." Men of wealth and power tended to give and give right from the start simply to prove that they could, while men of wealth and without titles tended to hold out a bit longer. Satine wasn't sure why that was, but it had always proven true for cases that he handled.<br><br>Concerned with concerning his brother, Satine was relieved when Phillip agreed to put aside his fears and celebrate with him. And celebrating, to Satine, meant drinking. At least when it was free. He never would have gone out to a tavern to "celebrate," nor would he have spent the money on liquor to take home and "celebrate" with, but the Dixons were paying for this one, so what the hell? It wasn't exactly customary for prim and proper individuals like the Dixons or their friends to get drunk and rowdy, but that certainly didn't stop them. When night fell, there wasn't a sober soul in the house and as everyone came from a well-to-do household, everyone got away with it. Like the perfect crime.<br><br>By the end of the night when they had at last bid goodbye to their hosts, Satine leaned on Phillip's shoulder, just the slightest bit tipsy, as they began the walk home. The streets, usually bustling, were much quieter now. Not quite barren, but certainly not as packed as it had been a few hours ago, for which Satine was grateful. He was eager to get back to their flat.<br><br>"You still have it, don't you?" Satine murmured, his words slurring a little, as he looked to his twin for affirmation. "The sapph- I mean, the... Oh, you know what I mean." Usually very tactful when he chose his words in public, Satine was far too drunk to bother with the mental censor and spoke as loosely as he wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 09:45:42</strong>
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				Phillip stopped long enough to pat himself down then grinned, nodding his head. "Got it." He said a little sluggishly with a wide grin. One day they'd hold parties and watch their guests stumble away drunkenly, and they wouldn't have near as far to go to lay back and enjoy the spinning rooms. Phillip grinned at the idea as he stumbled over his shoe, catching himself though.<br><br>The pleasant disoriented buzz given by the alcohol had pushed his dislike for the Baron as well as any other man that looked at Satine far from his thoughts. But that only left room for him to wander and admire the way his twin could play it off, behave and look like a classy young lady. He thought back to the first class performance leading up to their newest object of interest. There would be no time to do more than admire and stash it thought tonight. The drinking ate up their time. Not that Phillip would complain.<br><br>Phillip kept an arm around Satine's waist to help keep both of them steady. To think his twin could turn so many eyes away from one of the most beautiful jewels to be displayed! He gave his twin's side a soft squeeze as they neared their humble home. It was better than living on the street or in the orphanage, but their living quarters still lacked the exact point of luxury and comfortable living the two craved and desired to regain. Most would have been happy having food and shelter. Perhaps it was greedy, but for the two whom had lost so much it was their right.<br><br>Stowing away the Mystic Blue with some of their other valuables Phillip admired it briefly up close as he could. Surely someone would be able to spot the fake without too much trouble. No glass could ever capture the same shine and deep color. He readied for bed now, stumbling and snickering from time to time, starting up a tune with 'la de da's and hums. An arm and leg band was removed holstering tools and fluids they had often used when they pulled such a things. A small pouch from his pocket where he kept what little money he'd take with him set aside.<br><br>"Satine," Phillip beckoned in that singing voice as he removed his jacket. "Tomorrow is a big day huh?" He said, speaking of the date he had with the Baron. "Care to show me what you're going to wear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 13:32:33</strong>
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				While twins were, by nature, supposed to be very close, some might have thought it just a bit too bold or even inappropriate for them to hold onto one another as they stumbled out of the Dixon home and back onto the London streets. But Satine didn't think much of it. Quite frankly, he almost felt as though he <em>needed</em> to hold onto Phillip whenever he could, not just when he was drunk. Being attached to his brother's hip was nothing new, and it was something that Satine had grown very comfortable with. He supposed it stemmed from their lives at the orphanage where they had spent the bulk of their childhoods, during which they had been each other's only sources of familiarity and comfort. Phillip was Satine's security blanket, his safety net. So who cared if their closeness was a little inappropriate?<br><br>Once they returned to their modest flat, Satine carefully lit up their two large oil lamps, bathing their cramped living environment in a warm glow. Shortly thereafter, he plopped down onto the edge of their shared bed, huffing a bit from exertion. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he had finally sat down, whereupon he felt not only extremely drunk but also utterly exhausted. "What a night," he sighed, bringing a hand up to his hair and working free the intricate ties and clips holding up his luxurious mane.<br><br>"Hm?" Satine hummed as he heard his twin calling his name. Oh, and Phillip knew just how to get his attention, too. Asking him what he was going to wear brought a vibrant smile to Satine's rosy lips, whereupon he found the energy to lean over the narrow mattress to the chest sitting nearby where they kept their most expensive articles of clothing. In no time, Satine procured a large black box and, slipping off the lid, removed a voluminous white dress accented with black lace.<br><br>"I was thinking of this one," Satine chimed, his speech the slightest bit muddled, as he stood on unsteady legs and unfurled the dress, holding it up to his chest as though to model it for his twin. He spun once and the dress fluttered accordingly, whereupon he laughed and sat back down, far too dizzy to even attempt another twirl. "It's a bit simple, but it's also very... what is the word..." At a loss for his usually stellar vocabulary, Satine waved his hand dismissively and then smoothed out a few wrinkles in the layered white fabric. "I want him to think of me as a delicate little flower," he snickered, a devious gleam in his sapphire eyes. "Men are exceedingly predictable when they court young, vulnerable women..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 10:26:53</strong>
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				Phillip smiled watching his brother proudly show of his planned attire. He could imagine his twin's frame in such a garment though he did not wish to see how the Baron would look at him. "A delicate flower.." Phillip murmured as he looked over his twin. "I think you need just a little something. Wait here." He said with a smile as he left their 'bedroom'.<br><br>Phillip returned clasping something small in his hands. He hopped up onto the mattress and leaned against his twin as he opened his hands back up. A silver hairpiece of oval shape with several small sapphire chips forming a star. Phillip smiled and looked at it. "Will keep your hair off your neck. After all, men like a soft and slender neck exposed you know."&nbsp; He may have been speaking more for himself than for other men. But Satine had one of the most perfectly slender necks he'd seen. He loved waking up to see his twin asleep, hair off to the side, shoulder and that curved line exposed. Often he had thought about leaving a soft reminder there but was certain his twin wouldn't approve. Proper ladies did not have such marks.<br><br>He had come across the hair piece some time ago and thought it would look fantastic nestled in Satines beautiful hair, but had been too nervous to give it to him. What would Satine have thought? But now, drunk and with the Baron's date coming up it made a perfect excuse.<br><br>Pushing Satine's hair back Phillip admired his twin. He had a gut feeling he'd be talked out of tagging along to make sure Satine was safe. "Should anything happen I'll be waiting for you at the fountain..Otherwise I'll fetch you later." he said quietly as he ran a thumb over one of the star's points before handing it over. He couldn't explain why he felt like this. He knew he could trust Satine, but what of the Baron?<br><br>"Satine, don't let him touch you." He said slowly and with the grace of a drunk spilling some feelings out. He neared Satine, lips oh so close to his brother's. "We..should rest." He spoke quickly and flopped back onto the mattress, back to his brother and eyes squeezed closed at the moment he hit acting to be asleep. His heart was racing, he had come so close. But he couldn't. He could have sampled his twin's lips like he was certain many men wished to. But he hadn't.<br><br>The morning would be awkward if anything was left to settle in their minds. Phillip would blame it on the alcohol but knew if anything was spoken of it he would be unable to make up an excuse. He was the quick worker, not the quick thinker though. The Baron's home was sure to be luxurious. A wrap around garden with tall trees and shrubs, curtained windows and hired help. Smells of professional cooked meals. Oh it would be heavenly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 13:12:03</strong>
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				Satine couldn't imagine what it was that Phillip thought he needed to complete the ensemble. As far as he knew, he had considered every possible angle and concocted a minimalistic ensemble that would take the Baron's breath away. What could he have forgotten? Then his twin returned with a stunning silver and sapphire hairpiece, one that made Satine's eyes glimmer in awe. "It's beautiful," he remarked, setting aside the dress to focus all of his attention on the sparkling accessory. How long had Phillip been holding onto it?<br><br>Satine didn't think much of Phillip touching his hair. They touched all the time, it wasn't anything new. Yet, just after Phillip placed the accessory in his hand, he put on yet another display of over-protectiveness and, in response, Satine sighed. He went to speak, likely to assure his brother that he would not play the part of a common whore, but as Phillip leaned in, he lost his breath. He didn't understand why, but his heart was racing, even after his twin pulled back on the grounds that it was time to sleep.<br><br>God. What was all that about?<br><br>Leaning back, examining the barrette, Satine decided that the liquor was at fault. Alcohol made them do silly things from time to time; now was probably no different. Sated with that logic, Satine stood, checked that the front door was locked, and after placing the hair accessory atop the small drawer by their bed, he began to disrobe. Much as he would have liked to simply plop down and go to sleep, trying to get any rest fully clothed was just ridiculous. Especially where all those blasted undergarments were concerned.<br><br>As per usual, Satine didn't bother trying to cover himself up when the last article of his clothing hit the floor. It was nothing Phillip hadn't seen before and nothing that he wouldn't see again. Besides, he was too drunk to care. Satine pulled on one of Phillip's shirts then, since it covered him enough that it was practical but not so much that it was intrusive, turned down the oil lamp, and slipped into bed beside him. He eyed his brother, brow raised, before giving a soft, bemused giggle as he snuggled up against his back for warmth.<br><br>"I know you're not really sleeping," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed. "I can tell when you're pretending..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 18:47:30</strong>
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				Phillip mentally scolded himself. His twin had enough men behaving so around him. He let out a breath, probably drank too much, he decided. But he did find it relaxing, comfortable, to have Satine so close to him. Until his brother accused him to be pretend sleeping. Well, he was, but that was no reason for Satine to point out Phillip's flaws in acting.<br><br>"Was too.." He tried to yawn but grinned. "You woke me up, that's all." Oh well. It wasn't like Phillip had to act to survive. In which case he'd long ago have been doomed. Shuffling though he turned towards Satine and brought his arms around him. "You're warm.." He said lazily. How would he be able to spend an entire day by himself away from Satine without any plan of exactly what would happen? Not quite the end of the world, but close. So it would be several hours, he could manage.<br><br>It couldn't be that bad..<br><br>Except that it could, at least in Phillip's mind. He wasn't sure how long he had been holding onto his brother as if to let him go would be to lose him. These strange thoughts filled him. His precious only brother in the whole world taken away by some lecherous man. It was one thing to be there and protect him, maybe he should go in Satine's place. No, he had nowhere near the grace for that. He probably <em>would</em> break the illusion.<br><br>"Satine, you still awake?" He said in a whisper, lightly rocking his brother as he spoke. "I can't sleep, keep thinking of Baron Von whatever and his grabby hands.." He continued in the same voice. "He'll steal a kiss and take you away and I won't be there to stop it." It sounded silly even to him. He was sure Satine wouldn't allow anything beyond that, he couldn't risk the entire town knowing his secret. Just thinking about it got his blood boiling. He could almost see it, the Baron's fingers lacing between Satine's in the same way he had held his brother's hands before. Maybe he'd be more daring, wind his hands around to the small of Satine's back and spin him around close in a kiss. Phillip nuzzled his cheek in Satine's hair.<br><br>He couldn't have that. But Satine wouldn't obey him like a proper lady was expected at that time. His voice spoke before his mind could stop him. "I don't want you to see him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 01:47:29</strong>
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				When accused of waking Phillip, Satine grinned, giggling again. He always wound up in a good mood when he was drunk, even if he had been in the worst of moods while sober. Satine shifted then, allowing his twin to move as he liked, utterly pleased when Phillip used his new position to embrace him. A little cuddle before sleep suited him just fine. "Mm," he hummed, curling up in Phillip's arms and nuzzling against him. "You, too."<br><br>It never crossed Satine's mind that the intimacy he shared with his brother was borderline-inappropriate. They had always been close. So close, in fact, that Satine couldn't remember ever being apart from his twin for more than a few hours, perhaps half a day at the very most. Holding hands, embracing, cuddling in bed - none of that seemed strange to Satine, despite the fact that he did those things with his own brother. Who else could he have done them with, anyway?<br><br>"Mm-hmm," Satine murmured tiredly, affirming that yes, he was indeed awake. Once more, Phillip expressed the reluctance to let him venture out with the Baron, which prompted him to sigh in subtle protest. Phillip was endlessly protective of him. Satine wondered if sometimes, only sometimes, his twin forgot that he was a man and looked after him as one would look after a sister, and not a brother. That was the only explanation, wasn't it? It wasn't as though Phillip had anything to be jealous about.<br><br>"Phillip," he sighed, leaning back just enough to look his twin in the eye. "You know that I can handle myself. The Baron is a man, just like every other man I have encountered. I have to make him desire me, but he won't ever have me, not like that." In any other case, Satine wouldn't have minded. He was far from a prude; beneath the dress, he was all testosterone, and often lusted accordingly. But he had to be careful how he vented that lust and who he chose to vent it with. More often than not, when Satine entertained such urges, he lurked around taverns at London's edge, where he went by a different name and abandoned the coquettish facade for a few hours. Hardly any of the men he found there cared about what was beneath his skirt, so everyone walked away a winner.<br><br>But he only had that option with men in that part of town. Offering the Baron a roll in the hay to secure what he wanted entailed far too much risk. If the Baron didn't like what he saw, Satine's cover would be blown, and both his and Phillip's social statuses would disintegrate on the spot. That was just unacceptable.<br><br>"It'll be fine, I promise," Satine assured, lacing his arms around his twin and stifling a yawn in his shoulder. "Think of the payoff. We can finally sell all that we've been hoarding and start over. We won't have to walk the razor's edge anymore. It'll be worth it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 01:44:35</strong>
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				Phillip had known Satine could handle himself. He knew, but maybe he didn't want to believe that. Maybe he wanted to pretend Satine would always need him to be the protector. "Okay.." Phillip sighed and played with his brother's hair. His stomach was still pleasantly warm. If Satine was able to pull this off, the payoff would be grand. Even if rumors of Satine's visit to the Baron's home spread around, that alone would boost their status. He didn't think it'd be practical to think what would happen should something go wrong. "We'd better go to sleep then.." He said quietly, eyes already closed. He trusted Satine, always. Even if he could get whatever he wanted from most men, including Phillip.<br><br>Not that Phillip had objections to seeing his brother showered in riches and smiling so brightly and happily. He couldn't help that everytime he thought of Satine's happiness he didn't want to see some strange man or woman beside him. <br><br>A pounding headache came with the rising sun. Generally Phillip wasn't bothered with hangovers, this may have been caused by some stress. Still, he made himself roll out of their shared bed and prepare for the day. Phillip dressed himself comfortably though not to the extent he was dressed too fashionable. He didn't want too look like he was trying to send his twin off to be married or something. He was there simply to escort Satine to and from the Baron's once their little playdate was over. <em>A delicate flower indeed</em> Phillip reminded himself involuntarily what the Baron would think of Satine.<br><br>Try not to think of it, they had a good portion of the day before he'd be sending Satine to his dinner date. They would at least be able to find some breakfast and go over options should anything go wrong. Phillip supposed he could go out and try to meet a few people himself. It had been a while since he'd indulged in anything other than drinking with his twin as of late. Which reminded him.. "If I'm going to be completely okay with this..You'll have to promise me if you drink," Phillip said as he turned to look at his brother being quite serious. "Not much.. I know how much you can drink, I know you can play a good drunk, but I also know you don't have the same..um..careful chosen grace when you really <em>do</em> get drunk.." He couldn't make Satine stay and he couldn't drag the Baron to the woods and shoot him, but he could at least try and talk something into his brother's head. Maybe he was worrying too much.<br><br>Time ticked on at an alarming rate. Before long breakfast had come and gone, then shortly after that the sun was high in the sky.<br><br>Baron Von Henrie's estate spanned quite a distance worth of sight. Precisely trimmed trees and gate perfectly wound around them. Grass green and just slightly damp, very pleasent. Plants, some of the likes Phillip had never seen skirted around the house with white washed walls and large windows letting in the sunshine. Three stories with the possibility of attic space, the 'cozy home' was fantastic. No wonder it was a little ways from the rest of the inhabitants. Phillip already felt small and insignificant. The inside would be polished, prim. The man sure knew how to spend his money though. What comforts he must enjoy. "You sure you're ready.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 12:06:50</strong>
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				Satine slept well after that, sated that his brother would at least try not to worry about him too much. In a way, though, he was flattered. He loved Phillip dearly, maybe more so than was proper, even for twins, and the fact that the man worried about him to such an extent said a great deal about him. About them. After all, neither twin had anyone else to care about him. <br><br>The next morning, Satine primped and preened to look his best for his dinner date with the Baron, and over breakfast, he again set himself to the task of assuring Phillip that everything would be fine. Flattering as Phillip's concern was, Satine wasn't exactly sure where it had come from. He had put himself in precarious situations before and always proved himself capable. What had changed? Perhaps it was just the fact that they would be separated, Satine thought. They were hardly ever apart. Yes, that would explain Phillip's worry. It couldn't possibly be anything else...<br><br>Just as the sun was setting, Satine eagerly put up his hair with the accessory Phillip had given him the night before, checked himself once in the mirror, and then hurried out the door, attached to his brother's arm, bound for the Baron's home on the edge of town. The Baron did indeed have a luxurious dwelling; Satine's eyes glimmered at the sight, more so when they stepped through the gates, immersed in the luxury. It was only once they came to the door that he paused, giving Phillip all of his attention. Oh, and there he went again... That concern.<br><br>Smiling, Satine let down his hand, wrapping his fingers - clad in gloves of white lace - around Phillip's palm. "I'm sure," he affirmed, nodding. "And I promise you, everything will be fine. With a man of his status," he whispered, "we can wrap this up in a fortnight."<br><br>That said, Satine reluctantly let go of his twin's hand, reached up, and rang the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 06:18:13</strong>
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				Phillip smiled and shook his head. "You're so cruel.." He teased. Playing with a wealthy man's heart.. Oh well if Satine didn't do it someone else would. They may as well reap the benefits. "Shall I slip you something for his drink?" He enjoyed being able to joke a little bit.<br><br>The Baron had been preparing too. He had a good feeling about today. Everything had been overseen by the Baron personally, unlike every other day where it had been in the hands of a butler or assistant. Fresh flowers to take the lady's senses into another world, everything had been cleaned to spotless perfection, dinner had started to cook, everything done to Baron Von Henrie's wishes. He had only opened his pocket watch when a chime rang down the halls. He could already hear the swift movements of the butler to the door. The Baron followed.<br><br>The butler looked like a cold fellow, but greeted the two as warmly as one without the apparent ability to move his face to a smile could. "The Daae twins..The Baron has been expecting you." He let them inside though Phillip was a little hesitant. He glanced to Satine. "Hn, I'm just dropping-" His voice trailed off. The Baron had rounded the corner and smiled, approaching Satine. He gently kissed her hand before speaking. "Satine, you look heavenly.." Phillip almost went ridged when the Baron turned his attention to him. "I'll return before too many stars are in the sky." A later time, but he'd be near by then. Phillip narrowed his eyes just the slightest. But the man only chuckled. "I'll see to it your twin is very well taken care of until then." Phillip said his goodbye to Satine. <br><br>Alone. It felt strange to be on the opposite side of a door knowing he now had to entertain himself for the next...several hours.. He supposed he could find himself something to eat, perhaps find something to drink.. Though he'd most likely find food then go home. He was never overly social, people and what they had to say didn't interest him. Most anyhow.<br><br>"Dinner should be along shortly. Shall I give you a tour?" To call this place a house may be an insult. It looked more like a museum of sorts. Painted pictures, at least two grand pianos one on the first floor and one on the second, the view was spectacular from each window, vases with flowers bursting with color, busts, expensive rugs and furnishings, in ground bathing tubs, not to mention the dance hall. Surely to have the chance to wake and sleep here every moment of one's life would make everything else in the world seem so..petty..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 08:10:11</strong>
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				Satine was almost tempted to take Phillip up on his half-joking offer. It would have been considerably easier. But also messier; too much suspicion left behind and not nearly as much fun. As such, his response was a gentle jab of his elbow into Phillip's side and a click of his tongue as though to chide him (even though they both knew it wouldn't have been the worst thing they had ever done). He only wished that he could understand why Phillip was so against his meeting with the Baron...<br><br>Smiling brightly at the butler as he opened the door, and then coyly at the Baron, Satine feigned a bit of fluster when the latter leaned in to kiss his hand. He was sad to see Phillip go, something that he tried his best to hide, and followed the Baron into the house. It was odd to be without his twin; he was so used to having him at his side. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. So accustomed to taking on jobs that included Phillip, Satine felt barren without him nearby.<br><br>But he couldn't let that get to him yet. He had a job to do first, for both their sakes.<br><br>Looking to the Baron, Satine extended a gracious smile and offered a small nod. "Mm, yes, I'd love a tour before dinner," he chimed, folding his gloved hands in front of him and following where the Baron led. He had to admit, of all the lavish homes he had ever been in, the Baron's estate was perhaps one of if not the most extravagant. Satine was almost tempted to marry the man just to live in such a palatial dwelling. But that carried with it its own problems... namely what was under his dress. The Baron would never go for <em>that</em>.<br><br>"You have a lovely home," Satine complimented, his eyes carefully scanning the elaborate walls of the corridors they passed. Any other person would have simply admired the decorations - Satine used them to gauge the Baron's worth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:37:13</strong>
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				"Thank you, I pride myself in only having the best articles of interest for my home." The Baron spoke, being truthful but perhaps a little conceded as well. Expensive vases with exotic flowers, paintings most likely commissioned for himself by only those most skilled with their brush strokes, it was doubtful the man ever settled on anything less than perfection. But what had that meant for Satine? Such reasoning may explain why the Baron had yet to be married or there was something more to it.<br><br>After the tour he led Satine back into the dining hall where the help had just finished setting out many of the Baron's favorite foods including quail, suckling pig, and even bread pudding along with a bowl of fruits and other sides. Salad and a dark red wine was served first, the Baron prodding uninterestedly at the green leaves. His eyes rarely left Satine though he had been raised beyond staring. Truly Satine was an angelic sight to have a man used to beautiful things staring.<br><br>"If I may, where are you from?" He asked, swirling the red wine within its glass before taking a taste. "I don't believe I've seen you before in any of the other social events." He had thought it a little strange. Most women of proper breeding had been set out to show before, at least by their parents hoping to find a suitable groom for them. "Surely your twin isn't that protective of you." He mused with a smile. He didn't ask about parents, normally a brother wouldn't be this watchful if a strong father existed instead. But, he could be wrong.<br><br>Phillip didn't venture too far from the luxurious estate his twin was inside most likely enjoying a dinner or enjoying attentions given to him by the Baron he didn't quite trust. Then again he didn't trust many of the men Satine came in contact with. Why did he have to dress up so perfectly? Couldn't he look like an ugly woman? "Heh, that'd take a miracle.." He groaned to himself. He sat on a squeaky stool near the back in a musky pub, drink half neglected, he didn't exactly want to reek of cheap booze when he returned to retrieve his 'darling twin sister'. His finger lazily drew circles in the dust collecting on the scratched and notched tabletop. Before he knew it he had drawn a very crude picture of Satine. He sighed, letting his forehead hit the table.<br><br>The quail was juicy, skin crisp, the suckling pig succulent and with the mild flavor of red apples, bread pudding rich and filling. The Baron drank more than he ate, but slowly, taking time for conversation as well as small bites of food. It was almost as if he would be worrying that if he ate too much or too quickly their time would be over or Satine would thing him rude. Could he possibly be nervous?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 10:32:10</strong>
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				Times like these, Satine felt a whirlwind of different emotions. On the one hand, he was flattered that a man as wealthy and privileged as the Baron had taken such a shine to him. The Baron could have had any lady he set his eyes on, yet he had chosen to pursue Satine, which said quite a bit in and of itself. It was, after all, quite an honor.<br><br>And then there was enjoyment. Maybe it was his manipulative side rearing its ugly head, but Satine took great pleasure in knowing that he had a man wrapped around his finger. He loved holding that sort of control in the palm of his hand, loved using it as he saw fit, and he absolutely loved the payoff.<br><br>Satine felt no guilt for conning men out of their valuables. Men like the Baron could have stood to part with a few gems, anyway. It was a touch cruel, perhaps, that a person as sweet as Satine could also be so conniving, but he saw it as befitting. He and his brother had been born into wealth and privilege, only to be cast aside into the slums. This, he decided, was owed to them, and he was not above taking advantage of men to win it back.<br><br>A tiny smile rested upon Satine's lips as he contemplated the question asked of him. He knew exactly how to respond. Directness was too bold; playing coy was what men like the Baron responded to. "Ah... I'm afraid he is that protective of me," he replied. And it was true. Phillip was endlessly protective of him, whether or not he had to be, and Satine loved him dearly for it. Maybe even a little too much. "You may not have seen me, but... I have certainly seen you."<br><br>As he began to eat (making sure to take small bites, despite being quite hungry), Satine found himself constantly looking to the window when the Baron's attention was elsewhere. Much as he enjoyed playing with the Baron, he felt a touch of concern for his twin. Phillip had been so worried about this job; Satine couldn't help feeling a little guilty for leaving him alone. But he couldn't just leave. Not until he had gotten the Baron right where he wanted him.<br><br>"Tell me, Baron," Satine murmured, "how is it that a man of your standing is still a bachelor?" Then, as though he had spoken too boldly, he reached up to cover his mouth with the tips of his gloved fingers and shyly turned his eyes away. "Forgive me..." He giggled softly. "The wine," he indicated the empty glass in front of him, as though it were to blame for his sudden candor. In actuality, Satine could drink sailors under the table, but he would keep that to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:09:28</strong>
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				The Baron smiled and debated on pressing further as to why Satine would have such an overly protective brother, but decided against it. Especially once the lovely Satine mentioned that the Baron wasn't as unseen. The very thought of Satine watching him from afar before finally convincing her brother to allow her to get close enough for a meeting flattered the Baron. For a woman to have made such plans she must have been eager to get out of whomever grasp was holding her or she was very tactful and knew exactly what she wanted. Neither reason brought about any alarms in his head. Women never worried him, they were beautiful but fragile creatures after all.<br><br>"That's quite alright." He finished his own glass in a slow drink before answering, looking only to his plate though. "I haven't met the right woman you could say." He chuckled, but it was slightly forced. As well as the Baron could behave, something in what Satine asked had ruffled his wings.<br><br>Once finished with his meal he pushed the plate away from him. "Your brother seems not to welcome the idea of you seeing me. Would you happen to know why?" Had something been found out, or was her twin truly too protective? "It must be frustrating having someone look over your shoulder so often, such a short leash. If ever something happens, you are always welcome to come here." He smiled.<br><br>Phillip was not one to go about a job alone but he had to do something else to keep himself occupied. He had heard a shipment of spices and foodstuffs had currently docked. His stomach was too nervous to be very hungry, but the idea of cinnamon, or coffee, perhaps some rare fruits. Oh it was too much! When they cashed in and had the funds such luxuries would be a daily occurrence, but he thought to surprise his Satine. Without the lovely lady to distract the sailors it would be more difficult. The idea made Phillip's heart jump. If Satine could work a solo job, so could he.<br><br>Getting into the ship was easy. The men on board were busy unloading boxes and speaking of their travels, Phillip slipped on as if he were unloading items as well. But once on the ship it proved nerve racking. Ducking behind corners and barrels, trying hard not to make a sound where his shoes scuffed at the ground and echoed in his ears. This wasn't a good idea, but he was determined. Besides, it wasn't as if he was stealing an artifact out of a museum right under the guard's noses. It was soon to be discovered that Phillip did not know his way through the belly of a boat. He had swore he'd went this way already and footsteps were closing in.<br><br>The Baron made small talk, asking if Satine had enjoyed the party and if she had liked anything specific in the meal so that 'next time' he could make sure her favorite was there. The butler had announced the fair Satine's brother arrived, he hadn't let him in. Phillip was soaking wet, when the Baron inquired he claimed to be in the wrong spot, that some woman had been cleaning and dumped a bucket from the window where he'd been standing. Though the flush in his cheeks claimed he was embarrassed. "I should be going home though, Satine, are you ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 10:15:27</strong>
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				For whatever reason, the Baron seemed almost... straining when it came to answering his question. Satine hadn't even put that much thought into the inquiry and hadn't expected much of an answer to begin with, so the Baron's response struck him as a touch odd. Well, in any case, it didn't matter. They would both be single once this arrangement had reached the pinnacle of its usefulness, anyway. He and Phillip would be well off and the Baron? Well. Satine didn't much care. Rich men tended to land on their feet.<br><br>When questioned about his brother's protectiveness, Satine raised his small shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. "We lost our parents when we were very little," he confessed, careful not to share too much. "I suppose he's so eager to protect me because he's practically the only one who ever has." He smiled; Phillip's overprotectiveness, while at times bothersome, was also quite endearing. Satine loved him endlessly for it.<br><br>"But he means well. He only wants what's best for me."<br><br><em>And I for him.</em><br><br>The remainder of the afternoon went by fairly routinely. Satine had laid out all the groundwork, trying to ensure that he would see the Baron again within the week. After consulting with his brother, of course (like he had to consult him). This was but the beginning of their relationship and, with any luck, the Baron would loosen up the pursestrings. Their generation looked very kindly on gift-giving during courtship and men like the Baron tended to take that to extremes. The sooner, the better. Satine couldn't wait to rebuild his and Phillip's stolen wealth... Then they could lead the life of leisure that they were meant for. Finally.<br><br>Made aware of his brother's return, Satine walked a step behind the Baron to the door, all the while professing that he had had a lovely time and would love to do it again sometime soon. Perhaps on Wednesday, he offered, they could attend a gallery opening together. With the date made, he abruptly paused when he saw, standing in the doorway, a dripping wet Phillip. "... Yes. Yes, I'm ready." Satine turned to the Baron and, with a coy smile, offered a little curtsy, just to be polite (he absolutely detested curtsying...). "Until Wednesday, Baron."<br><br>With practiced poise, Satine took his brother's arm and gave a parting glance to the Baron before turning and making to leave the grounds. Only once they were far enough away from the door did he turn to Phillip with a raised eyebrow. "A bucket. Really, Phillip? You smell like the ocean, not a chambermaid's cleaning bucket." He didn't mean to sound accusatory, but he was slightly worried. Why was he drenched in saltwater? Had he gotten into some kind of trouble?<br><br>"Is everything okay?"<br><br>As much as Phillip worried about him, Satine worried about his brother as well. He put so much pressure on himself at times and Satine was convinced that one day, it would make him sick. He loved his twin dearly, perhaps more than any brother should have...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniblacklight</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:39:49</strong>
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				"Of course, as all brothers should want to protect their sisters." But for now he had to let Satine go. Seeing Phillip though he had offered to let him at least dry but Phillip looked in a hurry to leave. "I look forward&nbsp; to seeing you again." He took Satines hand and placed a kiss upon it. Phillip couldn't stay still. He wasn't in the mood for Baron von Cupid right now. The next date seemed so soon. But he couldn't find it in himself to argue with Satine. Not in his cold, wet, state. Besides Satine always knew how to get his way eventually.<br><br>Phillip nodded his head when questioned if everything was okay. His pride, not so much, but he was alright. "What do you mean? How do you know for certain the woman didn't have a bucket of ocean water? Some women are crazy after all." Though Phillip was no stranger to twisting tales and stretching truths, he couldn't lie very well, let alone to his brother.<br><br>"Yes, I know." Sighing Phillip tapped his shoe on the ground. "Today, I have learned tht I am not as adept at carrying out my own personal projects alone. I had to jump off a ship into mucky - freezing - water because of it." Oh how he had loathed it, and had shown as much in the tone of his voice. He was slightly embarassed by the whole ordeal but at least he hadn't been caught. That would've been far worse than just a little embarassment.<br><br>"Well on any matter..How was your playdate?" Somehow teasing at Satine helped alittle. Must be a sibling thing. "Such manners you had." He grinned though even while watching Satine he glanced him over. If there was so much as a tiny red mark or bruise he would have to march back to the Baron and beat his smug face in. It didn't matter that the Baron was larger and may even have weaponry to deter him.<br><br>"He didn't try anything did he?"<br><br>That would have been foolish. The Baron had known Phillip would come to collect his twin soon enough. There was no point in attempting anything yet. Satine was well bred and Phillip protective. The Baron knew nothing of their family name yet, for all he knew the twins could have many people protecting them in their home expendable enough to send out. Not that he believed it, but this game was always a fun one. No need to rush it.<br><br>Back home Phillip stripped out of his soaking clothes, wringing what salty water he could from it. He knew it would most likely crust over with salt deposits as it dried, but that could be handled dry at least. A drawstring pouch was taken from his pocket; whole coffee beans soaked in the same salted water. He rinsed them off, they would be fine once dried out, ground, and mixed with steaming water. It hadn't exactly been worth jumping and trying to find a way back up on the docks without being seen and without getting tangled in some muck but at least he didn't come out empty handed..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Social Ladder [BrilliantDays/Omniblacklight]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 07:30:22</strong>
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				When Phillip tried to cover his tracks, Satine narrowed his eyes. He didn't much like being lied to, although because it was his twin and not a total stranger, he was prepared to let it go and give him the time he needed to explain. Apparently, Phillip had tried to carry out a job on his own and it hadn't gone so well... Had he tried to rob one of the merchant ships at the dock? It would certainly explain the salt water.<br><br>Satine wanted to ask him what in the world he had been thinking, trying to go on a job like that alone. Phillip was a highly capable swindler, but a job like that in an enclosed space caused the need for a lookout, at the very least. He could have gotten caught. Arrested. Jailed... The thought of losing his twin to the prison system caused Satine to shudder. Satine was resourceful, but he couldn't do it on his own. He too was a capable thief, but only with his twin at his side.<br><br>"You can handle personal projects just fine," he murmured, smiling some as he clasped his twin's hand. "Just not around water. We don't have great sea legs, I'm afraid."<br><br>Asked about his day, Satine brightened all the more; he was practically skipping as they headed home, that's how happy he was. "It was fine. He didn't do anything inappropriate, I promise," he said, and on the way back to their flat, he recanted his afternoon. He told Phillip all about the Baron's home, positively raving about the architecture and how fantastic it would be once they had a home of their own in a similar fashion. He told him about their upcoming date that following Wednesday, what he was going to wear, and what he wanted to walk away with.<br><br>"I'm hoping that he'll try <em>something</em> soon," Satine confessed as they entered their flat, removing his lacy gloves one finger at a time. "Then when he sees that he can't get anywheree, he'll start being especially nice. And really, a wealthy gentleman like him only knows of one way to be nice." He grinned, referring of course to the probability of extravagant (and incredibly valuable) gifts. "I can string him along like that for a little while. A few weeks, maybe. Then we can sell our collection, leave town, and start over. Just like we planned."<br><br>Satine sighed happily, heading to a small cupboard next to the stove and retrieving a half empty bottle of whiskey. He played the part of a tea-sipping lady for the Baron, but at home, he was a man who drank hard liquor. Taking a gulp straight from the bottle, Satine glanced sidelong at his twin who was, at that moment, rinsing something he had retrieved from his pocket. Blinking curiously, he hurried over to see what Phillip had come away with. "What's that?" he ventured, and upon closer inspection, he recognized the items.<br><br>"Coffee beans?" Satine smiled and hugged his brother around the waist, apparently not too bothered by the fact he had shed most of his clothes. "I see your personal project wasn't a total loss. We haven't had coffee in ages."
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