Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)
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				Title: <strong>Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 15:20:18</strong>
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				Georgette was being dragged to yet another house, being 18 and as a debutant for the season her mother believed that it was important to get out and meet every family with an eligible son, yet, Gigi wanted nothing more then to be left alone. Sitting on a sofa she picked up her teacup smiling politely at the hostess as she waited impatiently for her son to come into the room.<br><br>“So, Gigi…How are you enjoying yourself in London.” Mrs Vatico asked, she was a pleasant enough woman, she had two sons, the elder Victor was a prominent military man, not that anyone was sure exactly what he did, and the youngest James was studying to be a doctor. There were rumours that James wasn’t the most outgoing person, this would suit Gigi well as she wasn’t outgoing either.<br><br>“I…” Gigi started to speak, before her mother jumped in. “Oh yes…she’s enjoying herself, we’re very proud of her, despite having 4 brothers we seem to have turned her into a lovely young lady.” Margot smiled at her daughter then at the woman in front of her. <br><br>The door opened suddenly…it wasn’t James in the doorway but Victor, running a hand through her dark red hair she looked at him shocked at how attractive he was. Looking over at him she bit her lip, he would never look twice at her, she was 5ft4, a slight figure and very timid due to her mother’s over baring nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:43:10</strong>
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				Victor entered the room. He looks quite the adult, not some young twenty something, nor a teen, like Gigi. No. Victor Vatico is twenty eight years old. He's seen two wars since his enlistment at sixteen, attended the Empire's Military Academy and has in short order ascended to the venerated rank of Colonel. Some say due to a ruthless ambition and vicious temperament.<br><br>Victor regards his own mother, who is terribly proud of her mysterious son, and her less mysterious studious younger son. Victor never married, he never really wanted to bother with it. It seemed trivial to him, when he was busy trying to keep himself and his fellow soldiers alive. Now, settled in the Special Services Agency, SSA, he has time for a wife. More over, he is currently being reviewed to become Lord-Colonel Vatico, and a wife is an absolute must if he is serve in politics.<br><br>Dressed in the black on black, high collared, pressed and shined uniform of his service he regards his mother, Gigi's mother, and then Georgette herself with a discerning gaze. He's deduced several things from this first moment, he always did, it was his nature, and what makes him so good at what he does. The pyramid with the eye in gold rests on his collar, denoting his odd and ultra secret branch of the Empire's Service.<br><br>Georgette is young. Her mother forced her to come here. She's been coddled. She dislikes sports and outdoor activities, or she would be more tan at her age. His own mother is unimpressed, though is playing kind hostess. Gigi's mother is desperate. Most of all, she is attracted to him, but that is no surprise.<br><br>He shuts the door loudly behind him. "Good evening Ladies. Georgette, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He moves purposefully to the young girl, completely ignoring her mother, probably to her mother's chagrin. Of course, he liked pissing off women like Gigi's mom. He takes her hand if she does not offer it and bows over it, pale blue eyes peering up at her as he graces her knuckles with a kiss.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:13:42</strong>
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				Gigi watched as he closed the door, she could see from the look on his face he was making assumptions of her, it was easy to do. If she had know what he believed she would have applauded him, there was one slight problem with what he thought, she did enjoy the outdoors. <br><br>When she was younger she was a keen rider, until she fell off the horse and broken her arm, her mother forbade her from riding or doing anything outside. She still yearned to sit out in the sun, but her pale skin caused her to burn and freckles to appear so she was banned from that as well. The best she could do was sit in the solarium and watched the world slip away from her.<br><br>He moved towards her she looked at him with wide eyes her face flushing as he walked over to her taking her hand. She caught the look of his mother, she could almost tell what she was thinking. <em>‘I would rather marry her off to James then have that gold digger after my eldest son and the title.’</em> <br><br>She felt his lips on her hand she bit her lip, the blush moving down her neck and onto her chest. Looking up at him she smiled politely. “It’s lovely to meet you also.” She smiled. His mother coughed as he kissed her hand. “Gigi,” she said the name with distain “is hopefully going to be a lovely wife for your brother.” She smiled trying to get his attention and to make him see that she was off limits. “I expect that he is studying…he will be a fine husband…don’t you agree Victor?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:44:26</strong>
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				Victor rights himself and glances at his mother. Then at Gigi's mother. He chuckles, rather arrogantly. Shaking his head, he moves away from them, towards the bar, "Gigi is indeed lovely, but I wouldn't dream of stealing away my own brother's prize.."<br><br>In fact, he would. James has always been meek, small, weak, non-athletic, and frankly, a little less smart than his older brother. Not to mention, the little issue of his choice in dates. Last week his mother had asked him to take care of James' "friend" whom had become a small point of embarrassment for the family. Probably why she is trying to marry him off so suddenly. At least in the Elder Brother's opinion. <br><br>Victor has been stealing his prizes for years. James never really began to prosper until Victor vanished into the ether of war so many years ago. Since then, he's been stationed in America, Africa, the Far East and India. He's learned a lot, and one of the things he's learned in that courtly women are useless. He can barely recall the number of 'Ladies' his mother has paraded in front of him since he was stationed back in London last month. All of them are deeply opinionated, whiny little brats. He has no time for women like that.<br><br>No. He wants one like Gigi. A clean slate. A white canvas for which he may paint the perfect picture of the perfect wife. Victor's wife must be special, something different than the courtly damsels. He needs someone smarter, tougher, stronger if he's to survive his appointment to Lord, and the rest of his military career.<br><br>Pouring two glasses of whiskey after light his cigar he takes a drag. His back to them, they'd never have seen the small puff of powder hit the one in his left hand. No he wont steal Gigi, not tonight, but before he even considers that, he'll need to know if she's even capable of being his Picture Perfect Wife. Is her body type reactive with the powder? It's a dainty dose. It shouldn't make -too- much a scene, assuming Gigi isn't hyper reactive.<br><br>"Gigi. Whiskey is a man's drink." He drops it on the table in front of her, probably to the horror of their mothers, "And you are about to marry into a man's world. Might as well know if before you get there. I'd give you a cigar, but our mother's would faint." He takes a drag off his though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:00:40</strong>
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				She blushed looking over at him, her spirits dropped as he spoke about not wanting to steal her away. She almost kicked herself for thinking that he might be interested in her. She was unaware of her potential husband’s attention to his own sex, the idea of two men together would have cause such scandal.<br><br>She watched as he went to the drinks cabinet, frowning when he lit a cigar she knew that it was not her place to say anything. As he turned round offering her the whiskey she bit her lip. Reaching out she took it, her mother glaring at her she knew that she would be in trouble for drinking it, but he had been so hospitable how could she not. <br><br>“Thank you.” She smiled, taking a sip she frowned at the taste, but didn’t say anything; she never had anything stronger then watered down wine. “I’m sure if you had offered me a cigar I would have turned it down anyway. She finished the drink placing the glass on the table. She suddenly felt hot, her face turned red she put it down to the situation.<br><br>She didn’t notice what was happening but her breasts were starting to tingle, and her dress became tighter, it was harder for her to breath now. Whatever he had given her had caused her breasts to become larger as she breathed her nipples rubbed against the fabric of the dress. She tried to stop herself from sighing, she was very reactive to the powder a little bit more and she would have been all over Victor regardless of their mothers.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:06:43</strong>
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				Victor smiles down at her. So roguish, uncaring, bold. He is the epitome of a noble warrior. "I'm sure you would've.." In regards to her cigar. He takes a drag from said cigar and moves over to the massive desk his father had once occupied. He leans against it, smoking and sipping his whiskey. The mother's are all but ignored for now, as he watches Gigi.<br><br>He knows what is happening, he's looking for it. Impressive. She has done absolutely stunning in her first two tests. She drank his drink, just as he fully expected her to, and she reacted to the drug. Even better, "In Africa, they have a liquor made from a rotten tree. It makes you see terrible and wonderful things, it also gives you a terrible hang over. Luckily, Gigi, I didn't bring any back with me." He chuckles and takes another drag from his cigar, ashing in the ash tray there.<br><br>Victor can suspect Gigi is rather flustered at this point, if not terribly confused. Though she may not have even noticed. Turning back to his mom he tilts his head, "How long is James going to keep his bride to be waiting hmm? It's just like him, late for everything.."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 20:18:24</strong>
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				She looks at him out the corner of her eye; his mother was pulling an angry face. Looking up at him she ran her fingers through her hair slightly, she frowned as she felt strange, she was thinking that the whiskey was reacting with her already.<br><br>Hearing about the liquor he had spoken about she bit her lip. “I am sure that our mothers would not approve, I can tell that they were not happy with what you gave me.” Looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair, her chest was burning she felt as if her dress was straining. <br><br>She rubbed her thumb into the palm of her other hand trying to calm herself down, she felt jittery and jumpy her body shaking slightly as she felt a burning desire inside her. As he asked about James, the door opened a shy and unimposing man the polar opposite of Victor walked inside. <br><br>His mother stood up, “Here he is…everyone has met Gigi before you have.” She grabbed his hand as he was half way through the door. Biting her lip she looked over at him, as he was dragged inside and placed in front of her. He offered his hand to her she bit her lip taking it giving a quick shake before rubbing her palms again trying to distract from the burning desire inside her.<br><br>He ran away sitting down beside his mother not wanting to look at him. “How is your studying going?” She looked at him; her kept his eyes away from her. “Fine thanks.”
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:07:29</strong>
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				Gigi is given a meaningful look from the dark and brash Victor just as James, well.. bursts is a bit of an overstatement, flounders, perhaps, into the chamber. The look she'd been given was simple and quick, a subtle smile, a glint in his pale blue eyes. What precisely it meant? It's difficult to say, but it certainly echoed his previous mental sentiments. I like you, Gigi.<br><br>"Ah. James. So glad you could join us. Gigi is quite the lovely flower.. Just your type, I suspect. Don't mind the whiskey on her breath, that's my doing. Consider it a welcome home gift from your big brother." He laughs a devious laugh. Lifting his cigar he takes another drag. He's drinking whiskey himself, he can only hope James will assume he's kissed her.<br><br>"How's that study partner of your's, James? What was his name, Frederick? Has he been about?" Of course he hasn't. He's in a secure facility well outside of London awaiting transport to sub-Sahara Africa. No need to kill him. He'll simply be deported, and probably far too terrified to come back.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 00:58:20</strong>
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				She looked at James hearing what Victor had to say to his brother, there was something more then she knew but she didn’t know what. He seemed to ignore her as he glared at Victor. Luckily his mother interjected with the mention of Frederick. “I’m sure that he’s just nervous meeting a lovely young lady, and that Victor is not helping.” She smiled shooting her eldest a look as if to say get out of the room.<br><br>Gigi felt her dress tighten against her, biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m feeling rather warm, perhaps you would care to take a walk with me round the gardens James…I have heard wonderful things about the gardens here.” She smiled. Wondering if she would get a reply from him.<br><br>James seemed to be off in another world thinking about Frederick wondering if he would ever see him again, he missed him terribly and now he was being given to this woman. The very idea of being with a woman made him feel sick.
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:08:32</strong>
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				Victor grins at his mom, pearly white teeth wrapped around the cigar, "I probably ought to be going, Ladies. Little brother. Pleasure meeting you Gigi." He ignores her mother further, and his own, mostly. He bows over Gigi again, kissing her hand, cold blue eyes regarding her as he gazes up at her from his grip upon her dainty hand. He gives it is a subtle squeeze, but enough to be noticed.<br><br>Moving towards the door he grabs his raincoat from the hook there next to the door, tucking it over his arm, "I.. Shouldn't be mentioning this, but there's a murderer in the city. Been killing women at night. Sometimes in pairs. The boys from The Yard are getting after him, but they've come up with a whole pile of rubbish. If they wish armed escort on their walk home.. wont you call me mother?" Sword and pistol in his belt, he tips an imaginary hat and slips out the door, it nearly catching the tails of his fine military jacket...<br><br>James lets out the breath he'd been apparently holding since entering the room with his brother present. He glances at Gigi weakly. After some of what would undoubtedly come as enthusiastic encouragement from the nattering hens on either side of them, James stands, "Yes.. I think we could take a walk in the gardens. They are well kept.." He and Frederick used to take walks in the gardens. His much less remarkable blue eyes roll over the porthole his murderous and ambitious elder sibling had just vanished through. He cannot shake the feeling that Victor had something to do with Frederick's disappearance. <br><br>Finally, with -great- hesitation, he offers Gigi his hand, if nothing else, to be polite. It's rather obvious he has no real serious interesting in touching her hand, let alone any other part of the damsel.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:24:21</strong>
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				<br>She smiled at Victor as he kissed her hand feeling a slight squeeze, biting her lip she looked up at him, trying to keep a smile from her face. As she watched him leaving she bit her lip, hearing him speaking about someone killing women she was startled by the revelation. She understood what he meant when he said about ‘armed escort’ she tried hard not to smile. “That might be a good idea.” She smiled, looking over at him. <br><br>His mother frowned, “I’m sure that James could escort you home…if there is any trouble.” She smirked as she watched her son leave. Gigi looked over at James mustering a smile, he seemed nervous she kept her gaze at him trying to get something form him. She ignored their mothers she watched him standing up suddenly.<br><br>He offered her his hand biting her lip she looked over at him, taking his hand she smiled standing up. “Thank you…” She smiled as they headed outside towards the gardens. “Do you enjoy…the gardens?” She smiled looking over at him, biting her lip she blushed slightly, as they walked outside moving around, she let go of his hand realising that he wasn’t happy with any kind of physical contact.
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:16:07</strong>
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				James eyes his mother when she mentions him escorting her home. As if to say; Me?! Really? With a murderer about? However, a dutiful son, he nods in his mother's direction and musters his best, absolutely distraught smile to Gigi. She seems nice enough, she's making an honest effort. James never bothers to conclude he might be a last resort, or an achievable goal. He wonders if Victor actually sees something in her, and more than that, if so, what?<br><br>They slip out the rear of the home into the gardens there in the adjoined courtyards. He takes a slow breath when she releases his hand, reaching up to run it through his unruly pale hair. He's thin, but as tall as Victor and their Father, god bless his soul. When she asks about the gardens, he glances at her, adjusting the sleeves of his somewhat rumpled pale blue jacket, "Um.. Yes. I do enjoy gardens."<br><br>Stopping near a rose bush he lifts the sagging flower, the last blooms of the season, winter bearing down on them soon, "Rosa Rugosa.. I um.. I wanted to be a horticulturalist, however, my mother said there was no money in it. So.. I am an amateur. More interested in the anatomy of a flower, than in the anatomy of a w.. Human." He blushes faintly. No friend to confide in any longer, his family had saw to that, perhaps Gigi and he could be friends. What was wrong with a friendship of marriage? Fidelity? He frowns a bit. He could hardly do that to her, celibacy would be a far less sinful approach.<br><br>"What about you, Georgette? What are your hopes and dreams? Do you want to marry a student of physiology so badly?" Truthfully, he knows she doesn't. She probably sits around all day reading romance novels about men like Victor, back from the expanding the Empire, tough, muscular men.. He smiles to himself. Frederick had been a soldier.
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:23:51</strong>
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				***<br>Victor steps out into the street, tossing his cigar into his mother's browning azaleas. He spits on the sidewalk. Obviously not a fan of the cigars. It was a required distraction. Focused on the smoke, they'd likely not focused on the tampered booze. More over, threatening to give the young woman a cigar only further made the whiskey he'd dropped in her lap far more acceptable. Drawing on his heavy dark overcoat and glancing down the street, with it's potted trees and unlit gas lamps, he smiles to himself. He simply has to wait for James to screw things up.<br><br>Catching a coach downtown, he rides in silence over to Horse Guards Avenue, collar of his coat drawn up, reclined regally in his pleated leather seat. He tips the driver and disembarks, walking up the old stone stairs and returning the salute of the guards outside the main doors of the Office of War. There is work to be undone, strings to be pulled, lives to change.<br>***
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:30:47</strong>
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				She smiled at James as they walked through the grounds; he got to a rose bush. She smiled at him. “I understand, I enjoy gardening, though I am not a horticulturalist as you said.” She bit her lip looking at him, running her fingers through her hair. “Perhaps you can teach me.” She smiled warmly at him, she wanted to be friends with him at the very least…if they were to be married.<br><br>“I understand that you do not want to marry me…I must be blunt with you...all I ask from you is to fulfil our families requirement for a son…then you can be with whomever you want.” She smiled, “Just don’t tell me about them…” She looked at him as she squeezed his arm. <br><br>“Hopes and dreams?” She smiled, “My hope is to marry someone who will not hurt me…and my dreams…a happy life…” She smiled at him. “I would not care if you were coal miner or a prince…” She squeezed his arm slightly. “I know you enjoy your plants, I enjoy riding, and hunt, shooting and everything that is considered immoral for a woman to do.” She bit her lip, “Perhaps I can take them back up…once we are married.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:39:41</strong>
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				James stares at the damsel in utter astonishment. Blunt indeed. His jaw hanging open, it might even flap, if not for how youthful his face is. He clears his throat and pushes dainty spectacles up on his thin nose further. He suddenly turns back to the flowers, fussing over there stems. A welcome distraction from the honest and pretty face.<br><br>"I.. Could teach you lots about flowers." A brief reply to her first query.<br>"But.. You're right Georgette, I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry -anyone-. Why must we get married? What purpose does it serve -me-? You get my money, you get your son, okay.." That just dawned on him, he flinches a bit. Women make his skin crawl. He considers them rather disgusting. Their anatomy alone is.. unsettling, "I cannot be unfaithful to my wife. That is appalling." He groans and releases the flower.<br><br>Turning to look at her she can see the young man has tears in his eyes. He wipes them away with his doily sleeve, "I can't make you happy. I'm sorry Georgette.. I'd really like to, I wish so badly I could. I wouldn't care if you rode and hunted. I'd buy you fifty horses right now if I could!" And he would, because of how absolutely awful he feels about all this, "But.. You deserve a man whom would love you, as a woman should be loved.. Just as.. as I should be.. loved." He sniffles.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:58:20</strong>
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				She looked at him, “We must get married because our parents demand it.” She bit her lip looking up at him. “I’m sorry.” She frowned, “It doesn’t serve you except it will make your parents happy and in time I might make you feel happier.” Biting her lip she looked up at him.<br><br>Looking at him as he pulled back from her. “I’m sorry that I cannot make you happier. Touching his hand she watched him turn round seeing the tears in his eyes. “James…if I can’t make you happy, then you should be with someone who can…even if we’re married.” She bit her lip looking at him.<br><br>“I want to be happy.” Biting her lip, “But…being a wife means sacrifice…I want you to be happy…and loved.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “James…you don’t like women do you?” She whispered looking at him. “It’s ok if you don’t.”
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:05:58</strong>
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				James keeps his back to her until she all but reaches out and turns him around. She had said such nice things to him, such kind words, decent gestures. No one was ever that nice to him. All the kind words, all those gentle gestures shattered from his memories as the words "Don't Like Women" seemed to hang in the air, from her lips and in his mind.<br><br>A practiced look of insult graces his boyish features, a hand lifts to brush unruly pale brown hair from his face. That's all the resistance he's been able to muster. There was only other one soul he's ever trusted with that, and that was Frederick. He thought his mother might understand, when he brought Frederick around more and more. She didn't.. He nods slowly, then shakes his head, "Yes.. I mean.. No.. I don't."<br><br>He glances up at her with doe brown and simply sinks down into the pathway on his knees. Luckily his pants are brown, "Ugh.. You're so much more.. more tough than I. How do you do this? Do you not see your life being ruined by your own mother? And Frederick.. Whoa Frederick. I think my mother has done something to him." Hands cradle his face, "He's not at home. Food uneaten, clothes all there.. he's just.. Gone... He.. He left me."<br><br>This was obviously a terrible time to try to marry him off...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:14:50</strong>
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				As she said the words she saw the look on his face, until he brought up his guard. His mixed answer was all she needed to hear. She smiled softly as he sunk to his knees, wrapping her around around him she cradled his head against her. “It’s alright.” She whispered, her fingers running through his hair softly. “It is easier for me, I have yet to be in love…but I fear you have… and it’s nearly killing you.” <br><br>Looking at him she bit her lip. “My life was always ruled by my mother so there is no change.” He spoke about this Frederick it was obviously the man he was in love with. “I’m guessing that Victor has some idea of what has happened to your…Frederick.” She bit her lip. “Perhaps I can talk to him…come to an arrangement with him for his safety. I would rather see you happy with the one you love then unhappy with me.” <br><br>Looking down at him she could see the sorrow in his eyes, it was obvious that his mother had hurt him. Perhaps his brother could help, if not for his sake…she could make some kind of bargain with him. She smiled at him, “Everything will be fine…I promise…” She bit her lip hoping that she could fulfil that promise.
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				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:23:39</strong>
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				James whimpers against the obviously stronger woman. Even now he curses himself for his weakness. This woman whom is to be his arranged wife, if there's nothing to be done about it, is coddling him in his mother's garden. It would make his stomach churn, if it was not already in tense knots of angst and agony of the heart. He clings to her a bit, apparently some kind of painful hug, before disengaging and untangling himself, "You.. I.. I think Victor did something to him. For my mother. He's really powerful now.."<br><br>A big sniffle and he stands, dusting himself off, and does the proper thing of trying to help her up, "I can't go to Victor for help.. I guess perhaps you could, but.. I don't see you having anything he wants? He's a cruel man.."<br><br>He wipes his face. The promise makes him feel better, a lot better in fact. Maybe they could be good friends? He composes himself and takes her hand, "We.. should go inside. I guess.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:33:51</strong>
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				She felt him pull away, the look on his face was one of sadness and fear of his love she bit her lip. She had only known him a few minutes but she felt sad that he was feeling sad. “If he is powerful he has a weakness…what is it?” She whispered as he stood up brushing himself down before helping her up.<br><br>She smiled and laughed slightly as he said that he couldn’t see her having anything his brother would want. Biting her lip she smiled, “From the look on his face earlier there was definitely something he wanted…” Patting his hand softly she smiled. “It’s something you do no want from me.” She bit her lip slightly. “I cant see how he can be cruel when he is the brother of a kind and generous man.” She smiled.<br><br>Pulling handkerchief out she handed it to him. “Here…” She whispered as he wiped his face. Feeling him take her hand she smiled softly. “We should.” She whispered, squeezing his arm softly. “Before our parents think we’ve eloped.” She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:45:44</strong>
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				Accepting the hanky he wipes his eyes and face, like any decent courtly lady ought to be able to. One finger, run under the eyelids, as if he fears he might smear non existent eyeliner. He smiles weakly at her, but it is brighter than all the last. Perhaps that's simply how he smiles. He tucks the handkerchief into his pocket and offers his own silk white one for a replacement, "Heh.. Trading handkerchiefs. Our mothers will be ecstatic.."<br><br>Though the question of Victor's weakness he mulls over a moment as they walk. Shaking his head slightly, "I'm.. not sure. I havn't seen him in like.. ten years. And since he's been back I've only been over to his place once. It's spotless, maintained by his staff, eloquent, dark drapes and hard wood everywhere."<br><br>Reaching out he draws open the door for her to reenter the home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 21:25:36</strong>
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				She smiled as him as he gave her his handkerchief. “They would be ecstatic wouldn’t they?” She smiled looking at him. Holding his hand she smiled softly, sighing she ran her fingers through her hair. “Do not worry, I will find his weakness…”<br><br>They got into the house, “Can you give me his address I will slip out and see him tonight…I shall try and get you some answers.” Looking up at him she smiled softly, taking he seemed to lead her into another room so he could write her the address she would slip out the house tonight and go speak to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 01:58:46</strong>
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				He laughed lightly, perhaps even a sort of giggle as they made their way up towards the office suites of the Vatico home, "I suppose they would.." Stopping in the hall he searches his pockets. Locating a grease pencil he grabs her sleeve and pulls it up, he writes the house number and address down on her arm, smiling to himself. It felt so.. juvenile, like school all over again. Though it wasn't his address, or a note even for him. And it was a much more nice neighborhood than even he and his mother lived in now.<br><br>Turning, tucking his pencil away he grabs the door to the study, and eyes her meaningfully, "Victor can be very dangerous. Please don't get hurt. I would feel absolutely -dreadful-.." Then, without awaiting her response, he opens the door, returning them to their mothers, and to the unabated barrage of their over zealous nuptial drives. <br><br>James seems lighter, happier. There mothers will likely think they've reconciled, truth is, they have, but not like they might hope...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:10:35</strong>
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				She smiled at James as he started to write the address on her arm, soon they were back in the room with their mothers. Biting her lip she didn’t answer any of their questions she just smiled politely. She knew what she would have to do…if she had to marry James…and sleep with Victor she rationalised that it would be better if any children were actually related to him.<br><br>Once her mother was home she wrote the address down before cleaning her arm, she pulled her robe on telling her mother that she was going to bed after the nights excitement. Once the house was calm she pulled the robe off and pulling her boots and coat on making the walk to the Victors house.<br><br>A few minutes after setting off she got to the door knocking on it loudly she needed to wake Victor up if he wasn’t already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:32:49</strong>
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				James would certainly agree to a marriage of convenience while his brother did all the 'heavy lifting' so to speak. However, it's doubtful Victor would. Why take half the cake when you could have frosting and all to himself?<br><br>It doesn't take long at all for the door to swing open. A young man regards Georgette a moment, he is dressed plainly as a staff member of the home in a long maroon jacket and button down shirt. Though even the coddled Gigi would recognize in the straightness of his back, stern eyes and brief demeanor that this man is a soldier, "Aha.. Follow me.." Once she steps through the threshold of the massive oaken doors the solitary one the soldier had opened is swung shut. Victor's house is exquisite, just as James had said. Though Victor himself did not purchase it, it was given to him by the establishment, as most senior officials and officers are awarded while stationed off from military posts. <br><br>The entryway is two stories, pillars of solid walnut brace the walls, white plaster and hard wood floors polished to a deep shine over a thick lacquer. A long red carpet stretches up a set of stairs and straight up them, splitting in two directions to the balcony. A red carpet seemed typical of Victor. The room is mostly dark, though she can see a dying fire in a crackling hearth. A grand piano is set in one corner, surrounded by shelves of books. Next to it, still on gleaming wagon wheels is a calliope, which is odd. Perhaps he is a collector? A door is cracked on the right side of the home, a shard of light splashing across the dark floor. "Wait here a moment." The butler type says, and presses through the door, "Colonel, you have a lady caller." Victor's low voice parry's, "Send her in then sergeant.." As if the man were half-retarded for even making her wait that long.<br><br>Stepping back out he nods to her, "Colonel Vatico will see you now." Says the enlisted man, a grim look on his face. He stalks off into the darkness of the grand home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:42:17</strong>
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				She watched as the door opened, the man looked at her before letting her in. Following him inside she looked round the hallway, it was a very nice house she wondered how he paid for it, but that was not something you asked. She followed the man heading deeper into the house until he stopped at a door. <br><br>As he checked inside she heard Victor call the man Sergent…this must have been a military house. That would explain the plush furnishings. He let her into the room she walked in slowly, spotting the man in the chair walking over to him she gave him a curtsey.<br><br>“Good evening Sir.” She smiled at him softly trying hard not to be drawn in by his appearance as appealing as it was. “I hope that your men caught the murderer?” She smiled at him&nbsp; as she stood by an empty chair hoping he would offering her the use to it.<br><br>((sorry my post is short hun))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:49:11</strong>
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				&lt;&lt;Don't apologize, sometimes short posts are nice ;) &gt;&gt;<br><br>Victor is seated in his massive leather chair, behind an even more massive desk. There is some personnel jackets on it, bound in leather. He slides them aside and reclines, regarding her a long moment before saying anything at all, "Gigi. A pleasure to see you again." He doesn't bother to stand and return her curtsy, "Sit. Please." Gesturing towards a fine leather sofa.<br><br>Standing, he moves over to an amazingly well stocked bar. Ah yes, it must be a military house, "Mm.. I'm afraid not. He's an allusive individual it seems. Lucky you've made it here alive, in fact." A shark like smile over his shoulder towards the young maiden. Is he putting her on about the whole thing?<br><br>Victor isn't dressed in his finery. He's wearing his black uniform pants, heavy boots, but lacks the coat. His suspenders are hanging lifelessly at his sides and his shirt is a white button down with high collar. The collar is undone, exposing his thick collar bones, and the sleeves are rolled up. He fixes two gin and tonics and delivers one to her before seating himself at her side and throwing his boots up on the table.<br><br>"So.. To what do I owe the honor?" A sip of the gin and tonic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:24:36</strong>
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				She looked at him sitting down as he told her to sit. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled at him. She kept her eyes on him, as he walked towards her. Smiling she looked over at him.<br><br>“If I knew you better I’d say that there wasn’t a murderer.” Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “But then again…I don’t know you at all.” She smiled warmly at him, she was trying to get on his good side.<br><br>Taking the gin and tonic from him she smiled, “Thank you.” She whispered, “I had a lovely conversation with James, he’s a…nice guy…but terribly upset his friend has disappeared.” She looked at him trying to measure the look on his face. “If there was some way you could bring him back to James… <em>I</em> would be <em>very</em> grateful.” She bit her lip looking over at him, pouting slightly. <br><br>“I am going to make my husband happy…even if I can’t make him happy myself.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 01:55:57</strong>
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				As much as she analyzed him, he analyzed her, watching right back at the girl watching him. "You don't know me at all. That posses a particularly interesting situation, does it not? Am I a liar? And if so, do I have a motive?" He smirks roguishly and sips his gin and tonic.<br><br>He seems completely unphased by commentary on James, and his missing friend. He remains regarding her with as much interest as he had when she walked through the door. There is no perceivable change in the Colonel. Oh yes, he is a very good liar, "Oh yes. James is very nice. Too nice, if you ask me." Another sip of his gin.<br><br>Several thoughts race through his mind as he considers her words. Finally, he shrugs slightly, deciding directness is probably the best policy, "Assuming I could, somehow, return Frederick to the dainty yet loving arms of my younger brother you've placed me in a particularly difficult place." Regarding her a moment, as if compiling his thoughts. Finally he continues, "Georgette, you are not fit to be my wife. Though beautiful, you are unremarkable. Your beauty is wispy, it's found in your youthfulness and your kind demeanor. You lack the figure of a woman of the court, you lack the figure I desire. However, you possess some fine qualities. You are young, obviously determined, bold, and, I suspect, adventurous. I work in the dark places of the world, doing the darkest things, I need a steadfast companion, someone who is capable of stomaching my duties. A Lady of the Court is not capable of these things. They are too closed minded, too mouthy. So I must marry down, so to speak, I need someone untainted by politics and riches. You fit that requirement perfectly. But, again, you are wispy."<br><br>"I have a solution to the problem. It is temporary at first, but becomes more permanent, with more applications of higher.. doses."<br><br>He sips his gin, "You could do me a favor, you could stay with me tonight, and James will see Frederick off. It will reconcile their relationship and they can move on. Or, you can marry me and all charges will be dropped, and he will escape with his neck intact." The gin is finished, he places it on the table, "I don't have a father anymore to broker this deal, your mother is yours, it seems. So, you can marry James, and probably sleep with me, unfaithful to your husband, and baring his brother's child. Or, you can marry me, James will have Frederick, and you can be -Lady- Georgette Vatico, venerated wife of Lord-Colonel Vatico. You can finally experience those places you've spent all these years reading about, the Dark Continent, The Far East, America.." He stands and crosses the room while talking, at the far wall, he collects a crocket ball, tossing it to her gently, "Your hit, are you a lady adventurer, or the unfaithful wife of a London Physician? The wicket draws nearer..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:25:21</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked up at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. “I’m not saying that you’re a liar I was suggesting that you were teasing me…perhaps you were trying to get me to ask you to walk me home.” She smiled<br><br>She frowned at him as he said that she was not fit to be his wife, and that she is wispy. “I’ve been called many things; wispy is definitely a first.” She frowned. “So coming from a less then influential family is a plus for you?” Running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip. “Normally it’s usually against me.” Biting her lip she looked over at him.<br><br>Blushing she listened to his comments. “Why would you want me to be your wife? I just came to you and told you that I’m willing to be unfaithful to your brother before we’re married…what makes you think that I wouldn’t do it again.” Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair.<br><br>“I must admit that being your wife and escaping my family is definitely a tempting idea…do you promise to help James…because that is the only reason that I’m considering this. Smiling slightly she ran her fingers through her hair, “Alright.” She smiled… “You said you had something that can change me into being less wispy?” She blushed…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:23:55</strong>
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				&lt;&lt;Sorry for late reply, it's been a really busy week.&gt;&gt;<br><br>"But I am a liar. A spectacular liar, in fact. It is my job. Secrecy, misdirection, lies woven into truths.. But there is a killer. And I would've walked you home." He swirls the drink and regards her a moment in silence, contemplating his response to her rather direct questions.<br><br>"Your lack of family.. clout, is a benefit, in that I don't have to deal with them. More over, I don't have to deal with your preconceived notions for your lot in life, opinions, all that self-righteous behavior the 'Ladies' of London seem to have. Your lack of experience, your distance from politics, your open mind are your greatest assets to me.."<br><br>"My duties require me to step into a rather dark world. I need a wife who can learn and tolerate this world, temper my will and advice me. Not someone who has grandiose ideas about how things are supposed to be." Another slow drink of the gin. Watching her, he chuckles at the comment regarding faithfulness, "Why would I trust you? Because I think you are smart enough to know what would happen if you crossed me. If I can make a man I've never met vanish, don't you think I could make myself a widower just as easily?" Would he really kill his own wife? For betrayal? Most certainly. <br><br>A slow smile trickles onto his handsome features, a rather genuine, if not wolfish grin, "Alright, I promise. Then it's a deal.. Sealed, with a kiss." He leans in towards her, presenting a soft but affectionate kiss to her lips, tugging her bottom lip between his own briefly. He smiles at her and stands, moving across the room towards the door, "I do. Do you recall the feeling you had after drinking that whiskey at my family home? That was a very tiny dose of a compound that could change everything for you.." He stops at the door, glancing back at her, suspenders still hanging at his sides, "Are you ready to take the plunge, Georgette? If so, follow me. If you have any doubt, turn back now.."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 03:26:20</strong>
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				“Well if you are a liar then how can I trust anything you say?” She smiled at him her fingers running through her hair. “I am nothing like the Ladies in London…which is why my mother is trying to get me married before the season starts…if I meet too many people they might realise that I find my husband boring…you might at least peak my interest.” <br><br>She smiled at him, “I have a very short attention span…keep me interested, make things different and I will be yours for life.” She grinned looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair as she sipped her gin. “And I have no doubt that you would kill me and get rid of me in a drop of a hat…but isn’t that…interesting?” <br><br>Biting her lip she looked at him with an innocent face as his own brought out a smile. She heard him say that it was a deal, as she felt his lips brushing against his, giggling he grabbed nibbled her lip softly. Definitely not like the ones she ‘might’ have had at boarding school. <br><br>She watched as he stood up heading over towards the door, smiling she looked over at him. “You poisoned my drink?” She pouted at him. He didn’t ask her telling her to follow him, “I came here in the first place?” She smiled standing up following him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 22:38:11</strong>
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				"That's a good question, Georgette, how -can- you trust anything I say? You can't, really. There's no proof of any of this, really. You must take me at face value, it's a gamble, and that, Gigi, -is- exciting." A glance over his shoulder as he ferries her up the massive oaken stares and down a long hallway.<br><br>There are paintings here, nothing personal, she has deduced correctly, this is a military house, "As to you attention span, I am certain we can maintain your interest for the time being. We will move a lot, things will change often, you cannot count on anything but yourself and me. It is dynamic and chaotic. Thus my love for this field. Never a dull day."<br><br>He opens the door to an extravagant bedroom, brushing the heavy oak door aside as he moves in casually. The bed is four poster, massive, and covered with black and red satins, silk and down. There are fine carpets and heavy hard wood furniture. Two leather chairs are situated before a smoldering hearth. He moves towards the bed, "Sit, Gigi.." Reaching below the bed he extracts a small chest, unremarkable, really, with a combination lock on it. Spinning the dial he opens the box towards himself. If she's seated, he'd be kneeling before her now. Rotating the box so she can see the contents he offers a subtle smile. Inside is a vial of the powder, for low dosing, a pill box with countless little round pills inside, and ten vials of a liquid. He sets it in her lap, "The liquid is for topical application. The pills are obviously a high dose. The powder is for dissolving. The recommended dose is two pills. But I always suggest that if you are to do something, you might as well do it to excess.. Perhaps five?" A sly grin, as he remains kneeling there at the edge of his own bed, presenting the concoctions to her like a diplomat before a noble lady on tribute day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 23:16:15</strong>
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				She smiled at him, running her fingers through her hair, as he opened the door she looked round the room. She smiled seeing that it was his bedroom, “This is definitely a military house, what in the room over there?” She pointed to the other door… “I’m guessing the bathroom.” She bit her lip looking over at him.<br><br>Heading into the room she moved to the bed, running her hand over the sheets she smiled as he motioned to the chairs. Moving to the chair she sat down slowly, looking over at him she watched him with the box. Biting her lip she watched him kneel before her, moving to the edge of the seat she looked down at the box. <br><br>“What exactly does it do?” She smiled softly looking over at him, “I know I felt it before but…what does it do?” She smiled softly biting her lip. Picking up the box she smiled. Opening it she smiled as she saw there were about 20 pills. “You say 5 pills? How many do I need ot take for the change to be permanat?” She smiled biting her lip slightly. “What happens if you take a pill?” She giggled softly. Running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 00:19:10</strong>
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				Once the box of pills is securely located in her hands he snaps the lid of the chest closed and sets it on the nearby table. Leaning forward a bit Victor makes a rather forward gesture, given the manners of the time. His hand rests on her knee, and gives it a gentle but notable squeeze just above the bone, "Yes, that is the bathroom there. It's just as lavish as the rest of the house. Steam power has awarded us some very fine hot running water."<br><br>He extracts a pill from her box and holds it up, examining it before her, and so she may examine the small round pills, "It has the potential to make some significant changes to your figure. Breasts, nipples, nether regions. Possibly even your muscle structure and bones. It will make you more feminine, more.. curvaceous." To the extreme, possibly. "Permanency is a matter of time, not so much dosage. Though increased dosages will allow for permanency to happen earlier. At least, that is my understanding. I'm a soldier, not a chemist. You will see a very intense change with each usage, that will settle into something less extreme within twelve hours..." He lifts his hand the pill still in it, running it's smooth surface over her soft lips sensually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:49:58</strong>
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				She looked at the pills feeling his hand on her thigh stroking softly. “I might have to have a bath sometime we don’t have a steam powered water heater.” She smiled softly looking down at him. She felt him pick up a pill she looked at him, “It would be nice to look more feminine rather then a school girl.” She smiled as she bit her lip slightly. <br><br>“If you’re just a soldier instead of a chemist…just how safe are they?” She smiled her eyes on the pills she wanted to know what would happen. Smiling she listened to him talking about how it can be permanat. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly, “Hmmmm… alright.” She whispered, blushing she felt him pressing the pill over her lip, looking at the floor she smiled. “I don’t have a drink.” <br><br>Pulling back she headed over to the study, she picked up her glass moving towards him she headed over to him, sitting back down she took the drink. Moving to the chair she took the pill from him, she swallowed it and a few more. Smiling she looked at him. “How long does it take?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:44:14</strong>
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				By the time she has returned with her drink, and taken her pills, he has taken her seat. To avoid the young lady dashing off for a more open spot he reaches out a hang to her hip and draws her down into his lap. His legs are strong, she can feel the thick quad muscles, his powerful arms around her waist. He adjusts a bit beneath her, getting comfortable for the both of them, "About five minutes for the initial affects, which you felt a much more mild version of back at my family home, about a half hour for significant changes to begin.." A subtle smile and he adjusts her hair away from her neck, kissing the soft flesh gently..<br><br>"Oh.. Gigi, you are going to be the bell of any ball after we get through with you." He doesn't comment on the safeness of it, it proved to be safe in initial trials done by his staff, and she seemed to have no adverse reactions during their initial test back at his mother's home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:07:02</strong>
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				She smiled seeing him on her chair she let out a sigh of annoyance but she walked over to him as he grabbed her hips pulling her down onto his lap. Biting her lip she squirmed on his lap… “I can’t seem to get comfortable.” She smiled wriggling on his lap again knowing that it would...provoke a reaction from him.<br><br>Smiling she looked down at him. “5 minutes?” She smiled, as she ran her fingers through his hair softly.&nbsp; She closed her eyes giggling softly feeling his lips on her neck, it seemed to take a lot less time then 5minutes as she was tingling already. She shifted again, biting her lip she blushed. Gasping slightly she felt the pleasure moving over her body, every touch, every movement stimulated her to no end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 02:38:21</strong>
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				Victor chuckles quietly as she shifts about in his lap, lips still against her neck, "Mmm.. I hope you never get comfortable then." She provoked the desired reaction. She can feel him growing quickly hard beneath her rump, even through her skirts and his thin dress pants. One hand on her belly, he raises is higher, under the curve of her breasts. The other slides down to her skirts, pressing to her inner thigh. <br><br>"Five minutes.." He repeats, but her quick reaction is noted and he does nothing to stop her ascent to unknown pleasures. Pilling her skirts up bit by bit he runs his hand over her naked knee, teasing the soft flesh there, "How does this feel, Georgette? Dare me to go higher?" He chuckles into her ear, kissing it gently, his breath warm and his lips soft.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:15:05</strong>
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				Gigi smiled as she felt his hands moving around her, biting her lip she moaned softly as he kissed her neck. Feeling his hand on her stomach moving higher as the other moving down, slowly lifting her skirts up. Closing her eyes she moaned softly the pills were working quickly on her, her skin burned, each moment was pure pleasure.<br><br>She jumped as he ran his hand over her knee, biting her lip she moaned softly. “Oh Victor…” She whimpered pushing back against him, her arse moving over his hips softly. Closing her eyes she heard him speaking about his hand going higher. Smiling she nodded slightly, the feel of his lips on her ear she giggled softly. “If this is just a few pills what will happen with more?” She smiled.<br><br>Gasping slightly she felt her corset starting to get tight as her breasts started to expand. Biting her lip she groaned, as she tried to breath. “I need to take this off.” She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:24:30</strong>
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				Skirts rolled up in his hand he chuckles quietly against her ear, "Allow me to be of assistance.." He releases the skirts, leaving them piled in her lap as he leans back away from her, working his hands across her back to loosen her bodice. Each lace is delicately and effectively drawn open, so that she may eventually remove the constricting top.<br><br>That task complete, "I'm starting to actually like you, Georgette.." A smile as he nips her neck, "You have.. panache`?" He laughs quietly as his fingertips find the inner sides of her bodice and pull it away from her body. Once extracted from her fashionable torture device he tosses it a meter or so away.<br><br>The corset removed he lifts his hands across the soft fabric of her undercoats, running them over her belly, and finally, coming to cup under her breasts. He raises a fingertip of each hand to brush gently over her nipples, desperate to feel the change, the delta between normal Gigi and his wife in progress. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:04:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;Looking at him she smiled slightly as she felt his hand moving behind her back unfastening her top. She smiled at him, “Thank you.” She could breathe easily her body shaking as she started to understand. “Hmmmm.” She sighed.<br><br>“Well it’s good that you like me, especially since you want to marry me.” She giggled as she felt him pulling her corset off her throwing it on the floor. “I might need to get some new clothes.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly.<br><br>Blushing she felt his hands moving over her stomach before moving upto her breasts. Giggling she looked over at him her fingers running through her hair she felt her body shivering as the pill teased her body. “Ooooh.” She whispered pushing back against him, she could feel her breasts getting larger in his hands. She moaned in pleasure as he pinched her nipples “Hmmm.” She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 03:38:27</strong>
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				"There is more to your need for new clothes than your figure, my dear Gigi. Which is.. on it's way to perfection.." Stated with a smile against her ear, a subtle press of the tip of his tongue and his fingertips constricting around a nipple, and giving a slow twist. His over hand splays across the entirety of her breast, kneading it in his grip.<br><br>Beneath her, his erection is thickening, pressing against the pile of her skirts. He shifts a bit, hips rocking up into her, letting her know just how much he truly appreciates her.. beauty, at this point. A hand leaves her breasts to press between her thighs, gripping the interior of the left below her skirt and pulling up and back on it, placing the crook of her knee over the arm of the chair. Fingertips slowly begin to work towards the interior of her legs, light brushing along her inner thighs... Oh the suspense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 20:48:34</strong>
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				She smiled, “Oh what other need is there?” She giggled as she felt his breath on her ear, his fingertips teasing over her nipples yet. Closing her eyes she gasped as he twisted it. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly, his touch was burning through her body.<br><br>She could feel him hardening beneath her, arching her back she moaned softly in pleasure. Biting her lip she frowned as he moved his hand from her breast to her thighs stroking softly teasing the soft flesh. “Oooooh.” She whispered looking over at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Her breathing was getting deeper as she felt his fingers moving higher up her thigh. Biting her lip she looked up at him. “What are you going to do?” She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 15:32:43</strong>
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				"These outfits your mother has placed you in simply wont do. You'll need black and crimson and royal blues. Silk, satin, whale bone corsets and gleaming jewelry.." Another twist of her nipple, this time, plucking it with each turn. He chuckles and presses his hips up against her rump, feeling her move in his lap.<br><br>His fingertips trace higher up her thigh, until they find the very edge of her panties, his fingertip sliding along the edge of them, "What am I going to do?" Then his fingertips migrate, pressing against the warm, softness of her pussy through the cloth that seperates his fingers from most intimate figure, "First I'm going to do this. Then I'll probably slide my fingers inside your panties, and soon enough, inside you. If you're very wet, and I do hope you will be-.. We'll, you'll just have to see." Fingertips begin stroking over her pussy slowly, teasing her warm flesh as he fondles her changing&nbsp; body in his arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 23:37:46</strong>
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				She smiled softly at him as he spoke about outfits she needed. “I might need those types of clothing…but my mother will NEVER let me buy those things or wear them.” She gasped as he twisted her nipples. Arching her back she moaned softly, pushing back against him feeling his cock rubbing against her lap.<br><br>Blushing she felt his fingers moving up her thigh teasing over the edge of her panties. Gasping she felt his fingers teasing over her panties pushing in slightly. Closing her eyes her body was shaking, the pleasure was so amazing she could barely stand much more. “Ohhhh.” She whimpered sighing slightly.<br><br>She could feel that she getting wet, the pleasure was incredible. She could tell she was getting wet, she loved the way her body was feeling. “Oh Victor.” She whispered looking over at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:21:09</strong>
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				"Then I will get them for you. It wont do to be dating a girl that's dressed as a peasant.." Whispered to ear ear as his fingers danced between her legs. Her panties are carefully, slowly, oh so slowly brushed aside to allow him to slide his fingers across the warmth and wetness of her sex. A quite breath was issued from her Lord as he felt just how excited she is...<br><br>"My my.. I am starting to love you already, Gigi.."<br><br>A slow chuckled roiled from his wide chest as she began to shake. Delicious. So innocent. He plucked her nipple again, then his fingertip ran circles around it, coaxing it harder.<br><br>"I boggle over how much of that little potion you could stand.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:29:31</strong>
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				“I don’t dress like a peasant I dress how it is appropriate for an unmarried woman.” She bit her lip, gasping slightly as he ran his fingers over her panties before pulling them to the side. Biting her lip she felt his finger teasing over her wet pussy, she didn’t realise how much the potion was affecting her. <br><br>“And your brother’s friend...will be returned back to him in the VERY foreseeable future.” She bit her lip feeling his fingers pinching at her nipple, it was more sensitive then it ever was before.<br><br>“If you’re good maybe I’ll take the full amount…since you seem to enjoy having me.” She bit her lip feeling his hands running over her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:47:54</strong>
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				Another of those low chuckles, and a slight rocking of his hips to let her know just how much he does enjoy having her. He is quite aroused beneath her, even through the voluminous skirts it's not hard to feel just how hard she's made him.<br><br>"I do very much like having you. My brother's 'friend' as you say, will be returned in short order. In fact, we can send for him tonight.. When we've finished our little game."<br><br>He dabs the tip of his finger inside her, ever so slightly, then retracts it, ripe with moisture, to encircle her clit, which should be feeling the affects of his concoction by now. A subtle swelling that will only increase the more she consumes. Removing his hand from her breast, leaving it alone, reluctantly, he grabs the box of several blue vials and slides it closer to her, as if enticing her. Daring her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:56:48</strong>
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				She smiled leaning down against him, her arse grinding down onto his lap, she smiled at how hard he is. “Hmmmmm.” She giggled, her fingers running through her hair. Biting her lip she smiled. <br><br>Closing her eyes she moaned softly in pleasure as he teased his finger inside the entrance to her pussy, the feel of his finger running around her clit made pleasure shoot through her. It was intense, “Oh God.” She moaned grinding herself down harder against him.<br><br>Feeling his hand removing from her breast she took the wrist of his other hand moving it from her. Standing up slowly she let her dress fall to the floor, taking the tablets she smiled. “Go and send for your brother’s friend.” She battered her eyes at him, “But I’m not taking anymore pills until our wedding night…I will not have you disgrace me just so you can use me for one night.” She smiled batting her eyes slightly at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 20:09:48</strong>
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				(Right, pills, my apologies.)<br><br>Victor raises a brow when she stands and her dress falls away. For the briefest moment he had thought he might be getting his most wonderful reward. Instead, she is playing him as much as he is playing her. A dark, crooked smile appears on his handsome features and he nods, chuckling once more, "You, are as dastardly and vile as they come, Gigi. To leave me wanton and staring at your naked body.." <br><br>Alas. He stands and passes by her, his cock so hard it wags in his soft pants. As he passes he reaches out, running a hand over the curve of her ass, "Oh, I plan to use you every night.." To the door. He draws it open and glances at the plain clothed soldier, "Prisoner 12243, Frederick. I don't know his family name. Write up an official message having him exhonorated of all charges and his name cleared. Re-issue his citizenship and have him brought back to London immediately.. Sign it for me."<br><br>The Sergeant blinks but nods slightly, "Sir.. Rightaway sir." And off he goes.. Victor shuts the door and leans back against it, wearing only his button down shirt, dark pants and suspenders. He focuses on Gigi now, "What will you do, now that you are aroused, naked and without a properly fitting gown to go home in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 20:48:50</strong>
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				She smiled as she saw the smile change from one of lust to one of annoyance, “Oh that’s not nice calling me dastardly and vile. I am a good girl, I just know that if I don’t protect my interests I could just be left out and unmarriable…then I will never have the fun I deserve.” She smiled.<br><br>She watched him stand up moving towards her, he ran his hand over her arse before opening the door. She smiled as he asked for Fredrick to be released; she had done what she was expected to do. He turned towards her she smiled, “Thank you.” She whispered. <br><br>“I’m not too sure, I’m guessing that a few of your older conquests have left various garments here…” She smiled walking over to the bed she lay down on her front, “So… you need to twist your mother around your finger and persuade her to let you marry me…” She bit her lip looking up at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:57:18</strong>
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				A wry smiled dances across his dark, handsome features, pale blue eyes alight with amusement. Victor pressed off from the door he was leaning upon and crossed the room slowly, the density of the stone beneath his heavy boots muffling the thuds. The tall, black walnut dresser is gazed upon as he tries to remember which drawer. After a moment, he draws the third from the bottom open and extracts a gown, after rooting about a bit. The gown is as dark as the channel on a starry night and laced in matte black that seems to suck the light out of the room. He perks a brow, his amused smile now matching his eyes as he throws it at her naked, exquisite form.<br><br>"Here you are, Gigi. A fine gown, befitting a lady of your future stature." <br><br>It is in fact a fine gown, if not far too dark for day time wear, unless she were harlot, whom tend to not come out in the light anyway. Having delivered the gown he seats himself near her feet, reaching a hand out to gently trails it across her calves, leaning back on the elbow of his unemployed arm so that his long body stretches attractively.<br><br>"Oh no, Gigi. My mother is you and James' problem, lest you be forced to marry a man whom wants nothing to do with what you offer, no matter how lovely you become. So far you have Frederick returned, James happy, and you are marrying into power and money. All I wanted was a pretty girl with the potential to be a sharp and dangerous bride. You have what you want, now you give me what I want. Deliver yourself to me, and you have upheld your end of the bargain.. Try being a facetious. Perhaps she will respond to your wit instead of your girlishness. Which is somewhat lacking now, mind you."<br><br>And to emphasize the later he stretches out and presses his hand to her belly, gesturing with a fingertip to the mounds of flesh that are probably as unfamiliar to her as they are to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:29:58</strong>
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				She watches him as he heads to the dresser, after searching he pulls out a dress, it was beautiful the fine lace and the deep colour denoted definite quality…but there was a problem it was one that was fitting for a whore then her, but standing naked in the bedroom of the brother of her current fiancé she couldn’t be choosey. Looking at the dress she smiled. “Thank you, but if push came to shove I would have happily worn something of yours…” She smiled knowing the scandal it would have caused.<br><br>Hearing that his mother was her problem she looked at him smiling as he spoke. “You say that you wanted a pretty girl with the potential to be sharp and dangerous I think that I’m getting that way…just because I seem sweet and good natured does not mean that I am.” She smiled. <br><br>Her smile turned quickly into a pout, putting the dress over a chair she kneels down infront of him. Moving towards him she kissed his lips softly, trailing tiny kisses to his jaw and then to his ear, she moved closer to him placing herself over one of his legs. Pressing herself against him her hand trailed down. “Hmmmm.” She purred softly into his ear. “I would be, ever so grateful if you could talk to your mother.” She purred into his ear in a breathy voice, her hand reached his pants slowly unfastening. “You know her better then I do…if I try and be witty with her I might say the wrong thing…but if you get her to see things differently I am sure I could make you…very…happy.” <br><br>As she spoke she unfastened his pants pushing her hand in her fingertips running up and down the length of his cock, barely touching him as she pressed her newly enlarged breasts against him. “Pretty please.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:30:49</strong>
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				A lilt of his head as he watched her draw near and crawl onto him. A subtle smirk began to play onto his features, "Oh no. Gigi, you are not going to coerce me with pleasure into your hands again.."<br><br>But there she was, unfastening his pants. "You would be grateful, hmm? Well. I will meet you half way, we can go see her together, and you can be mostly quietly, that way you wont say anything offensive. Deal?"<br><br>A gentle compromise. Perhaps he will be a fine politician after all? Leaning back a bit onto his elbow he lifts a hand lazily to wrap a finger around a curl of her hair. He doesn't tug it or anything so brutal, he simply holds it's softness in his hand while she holds his hardness in her own. As her fingertips stroked him he got harder and harder, until his cock stood out against his dark pants at rapt attention. The veins in it thick and dancing beneath the taught pulled flesh.<br><br>"And I must say..." He shudders a bit from her affections, pale eyes half-lidded, "You're negotiation skills are improving by the second."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:52:47</strong>
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				She smiled he said she wasn’t going to coerce him, he was wrong about that. She smiled as she kept kissing his neck and jaw as he spoke about going half way. “If you’re sure it will work.” She smiled, “Tomorrow it is then.” She whispered kissing his lips softly, pressing herself against him. <br><br>The pills must have been affecting her mind as well as her body she felt more like a woman, like she could do anything. Kissing him deeply she sighed moaning softly in pleasure, knowing that the sound alone would have an effect on him. “Oh Victor, you’re so big.” She whispered. Reaching into his pants she wrapped her fingers around his cock stroking softly.<br><br>She giggled at his words, “I’m glad you like my negotiating…” She let go pulling back she stood up, “Lets get somewhere more comfortable.” She smiled, catching a look at herself in the full length mirror it was a shocking change she had made she looked different, her face was her own but instead of being a girl it was a woman’s. Her body had curves where she didn’t before, turning around she actually had an arse, looking at him she bit her lip. “You still find me attractive?” She blushed she was nervous about how she looked, her mother was strict that the only way to get a man was to be thin and look like a girl, she knew that was wrong but its hard to go against your parents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:04:08</strong>
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				Victor didn't hesitate to return her kisses, each one more passionate than the last. She kept stroking and he kept getting harder, until he felt rock solid and thick in her hand. His chest fell and rose briskly as he panted to her touch.<br><br>"Yes.. Tomorrow it is." He managed, his eyes focusing her a moment, until they fell closed when she moaned into his kiss. His hand lifted then, cupping her jaw and inclining it just slightly. His tongue slipped out, warm and damp, to dance sweetly with her own. And then she was gone. His eyes opened once more, a brow raising as his throbbing cock suddenly felt terribly alone.<br><br>"Somewhere more comfortable? What do you suggest?" He sits up, watching her as she watches herself. The curve of her ass, the intense flare of her hips, the plumpness of her breasts, the way her features had grown so mature and thickness of her nipples did not allude him. A smile grew on his lips until it became a grin, accompanied by a chuckle at her query, "Of course. I find you stunning, a darling example of beauty. I only wish you would lay with me so I might truly enjoy it.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:13:50</strong>
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				She smiled as she kissed him back deeply, she grinned as he said ‘Tomorrow’ so much for not being coerced. She giggled he cupped her chin about to kiss her when she pulled back, she was teasing him trying to drive him crazy, it seemed to be working. <br><br>Hearing his comments about her being beautiful she was relieved it was a shock to be changed so quickly but she was glad that he was happy now. “Thank you.” She smiled warmly at him biting her lip slightly, she was trying to stop but she felt nervous ever so often maybe it was the pills starting to wear off…they had made a quick reaction it made sense that they wore out quickly. “You’ve made me very happy.” She whispered moving closer to him she sat down on the bed, picking up the vial of pills… “So if I took all these, I’ll stay like this forever?” She whispered.<br><br>Moving closer she kissed him back deeply, “And I will lay with you… I just wanted to see what I looked like now.” She smiled kissing him deeply her tongue caressing against his. “Do you want me?” She whispered pressing herself against him, “Because I want you.” She grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:40:17</strong>
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				Before she could join him Victor stood. His fingers made quick work of his buttons of his dark shirt, and even quicker work of his partially unbuttoned pants. Stepping out of his boots and pants he puts himself on display for her. He is a delicious specimen of a man. Tall, lean muscled and well defined. His waist is thin and his shoulders wide in that particularly athletic look. His taught abs pull into a sharp V at the base of them, leading down into his pelvis. His cock still stands erect for her, solid and twitching on occasion from his intense arousal.<br><br>A few short steps on bare feet bring him to the side of his naked unofficial fiance`, and nearly official sister in law. Reaching out as she sits he coaxes her to lay back on the bed and lays with her, she on her back, he on his side. Taking the pills gently from her hand he pulls the stopper, and lets them pour out in an uneven line between her breasts.<br><br>"The short answer is.. probably. They may cause some more changes before they finalize though. And it might require you to dose for a while, though not forever.. Do you want to be like this forever, Gigi?" Leaning in he kissed her as she kissed him, nipping her tongue gently with a wry grin, like a wolf.<br><br>"Want you? Gigi. I would -kill- for you.." And the wild grin he had told her he would, and could, do just that. And then he answered her question for her. Lowering his hand, eyes drifting from their lock on her own, he begins moving the pills. He places them across one nipple, then the other, then begins offering them, one at a time, to her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:51:50</strong>
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				She looked at him seeing him getting undressed, biting her lip she saw his body naked for the first time, he was perfect, his muscles were well defined, his skin was smooth. She blushed as she looked down seeing his cock, she had never seen one before so it was strange. Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>She was about to sit down when he moved towards her laying her down on the bed as he lay beside her. Biting her lip she watched as he unfastened the stopper pouring the pills between her breasts. “I’m not sure, I like how my mind is now…the body will take some getting use to.” She smiled as she kissed him back giggling as he nibbled her tongue. <br><br>“You would kill for me? It’s a shame I have no enemies.” She giggled looking up at him. She believed that he would kill for her, sighing she opened her mouth accepting the pills, blushing she ran her fingers through her hair. “Hmmmmm,” She smiled as she took them all, she felt herself starting to be affected, her nipples started to get harder she wanted him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 03:56:28</strong>
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				Each and every pill was painstakingly applied to her lips, and gently pressed onto her warm, waiting tongue. He always left his fingers to linger, making the process more of a journey. She may even notice that his fingertips smell like her, having been so intimate with his hands when they occupied the chair.<br><br>Shifting a bit as she talks he draws a leg up onto her own, letting the weight of it settle onto the soft, plush flesh of her upper thigh, then slowly drifts it away from her middle, allowing his leg to tangle with her own. His fingertips, which had been so gingerly applying pills to her mouth now lower to her nipples, brushing them painfully slowly, gently. A horrible tease. Perhaps he wishes to gain the upper hand now?<br><br>"Then I will get you enemies." He grins, obviously joking, but the cold, plain fact is she probably will have some by the time their first anniversary had ended, "You're mind, Gigi? How do you mean hmm?" He plucks her nipple just as soon and she'll start to answer, wanting to hear her sentence stumble or her moan out.<br><br>Even now, next to her, his cock is still rock solid, a brilliant example of masculinity, as it presses to her hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:06:37</strong>
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				She smiled softly as she took each pill into her mouth she did notice the taste but she said nothing letting her tongue flick over his finger, sometimes she closed her lips around slowly letting him pull it out as she raked her nails up and down the length. “Hmmmm.” She smiled giggling softly. <br><br>He moved shifting himself so that they were closer then before. She knew what he was doing his fingers teasing over her nipples the pleasure was so intense but she didn’t want to let that on, she squirmed slightly trying to contain herself. “I’m sure I will get some enemies.” She smiled looking up at him. “Especially since I’m marry you…You are one of most eligible men in the city.” She whispered.<br><br>“I thinkkkoooohhhh.” She whimpered, closing her eyes her back arched slightly. “I think it’s the pills I’m no longer so shy and nervous…it’s as if they’ve told me how to act…or at least brought to the surface my inner…I’m not sure what.” Biting her lip she pushed back against him her body shaking slightly as he continued to use her nipples. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 04:44:51</strong>
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				Her husband to be shuddered as her nails raked over his soft, taught cock-flesh. A slight chuckle to her statement follows though, "Oh Gigi, I think we may just be soul mates. May your enemies be mighty so that you can enjoy picking them apart." A slow, rolling laugh, until her nails struck again, causing his lean abs to flex handsomely.<br><br>"Well.. Let's get to know one and other, so you needn't be so shy hmm?" Reaching his hand down away from her breasts he sinks it between her thighs without hesitation. Rubbing a fingertip across her lips until he can spread them he slides his finger inside her, curling up against her most inner, top wall, "Get wet for me, Gigi. Soak my hand and I will show you the pleasures of the flesh. I will make you squirm and call out to me, and make you feel things you could never imagine.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:12:42</strong>
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				She giggled at his comment about her enemies being mighty. “I won’t pick them apart I’ll destroy them until they are nothing.” She smiled giggling softly as she looked up at him, she gripped his cock stroking softly as she looked up at him. She was definitely enjoying the feel of him and everything he could do to her so far, her nipples throbbed with pleasure under his touch.<br><br>“I’m a little shy nothing major though.” She whispered looking up at him with large eyes batting her eyelashes at him. Giggling she felt his hand moving down between her legs, his finger parting her lips before pushing a finger inside her. “Oh fuck.” She whispered, biting her lip she moaned in pleasure as he quickly found the sensitive spot in her pussy. <br><br>Gasping slightly in pleasure she smiled at him. Leaning up she looked into his eyes her lips barely touching his as she whispered. “Kiss me Victor.” She smiled her hand stroking his cock softly. “Hmmm.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:45:58</strong>
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				"Well. When you finish fantasizing about destroying people, I think I will steal away your shy.." He groans as she squeezes and strokes his thick cock. He is tall and muscular, his cock is proportionate, if not a bit.. plump. He suspects the pills he's been feeding her would affect him similarly, but hasn't bothered to share that bit of information with her. More over, would her virginal body be able to take a thicker Victor?<br><br>"Fuck? We will.. Soon enough." And then he was kissing her, sitting up slightly and leaning over her to press his lips to her own. He mouth opens, and his tongue slips out, the very tip to taste her own. He is a good kisser, not messy, and certainly doesn't try to gag her with his tongue. He catches the bottom of her lip as the kiss ends, biting it gently, "Mmm.. You've made me so hard Gigi. Perhaps you would like to reap the rewards of your efforts?" A nuzzle to her neck, a soft kiss, as he begins sliding his finger back and forth across that sensitive part of her pussy, a come hither gesture that he knows will drive her wild.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 06:07:56</strong>
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				She giggled as she looked at him, as he groaned at her touch, he seemed to get thicker in her hand she frowned slightly maybe it what happened to a man’s cock she had never been near one. She smiled at him. “How soon is soon enough?” She grinned looking up at him.<br><br>Kissing him back deeply she giggled as she felt his tongue invading her mouth caressing against hers softly. “Hmmmm.” She sighed as he nibbled on her bottom lip. “I think you were already hard.” She whispered looking up at him. “I think I’m ready.” She moaned softly as he nuzzled into her neck. She moaned hard in pleasure to his finger curling inside her rubbing the sensitive spot harder then before, she suddenly got very wet over his finger she wanted him, she needed him so much she couldn’t explain. “Oh God yes.” She moaned as she leant closer kissing him back deeply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 07:16:57</strong>
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				Victor squirmed in her grip, breaking the kiss to take a hissing breath, "Then soon is now.." He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her lips and pulled away from her. Gently, he repositions her, kneeling, his cock standing completely erect and full of thick veins as he grabs each thigh and spreads her legs wide. The view of her sex isn't lost on him and he smiles, sliding his own legs between hers. Leaning forward he gives her wet pussy a soft kiss, before crawling over her, strong arms flexing as he supports himself on them. Plump and solid, his cock dangles between them, the bulbous head pressing against her soaked exterior lips. His hand lifts to trails across her cheek, neck, over her breast and her plump nipple, across her belly, before up to his throbbing dick. He grips it and lowers his hips slightly, magnificent musculature all there for her to view at work. The head of his cock presses against her tight reaches as she shifts it about a bit, finding that sweet spot.<br><br>"Mmmm.. And just to make this extra fun, start talking. Tell me how much you want this."<br><br>And while she is mid sentence, he will plunge himself inside her as best as he can, getting as deep as her tight little body might allow. He only had her talk so he could hear her lose track of her words, interrupt herself or just groan in pain and pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 00:40:11</strong>
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				Looking up at him, she moaned softly in pleasure, he was driving her crazy the pills were teasing and tempting her. “Hmmmm.” She giggled looking up at him she smiled softly. He moved between her legs she giggled softly, looking at his cock he was so big. Running her fingers through her hair she bit her lip, gasping he kissed her wet pussy, biting her lip she looked up at him. <br><br>She frowned as he moved closer to her his hands running down over her body before he gripped his cock, biting her lip she smiled at him. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.” Running her fingers through her hair she pushed back against him, closing her eyes she felt him pushing himself against her tight hole. <br><br>“You want me to talk dirty?” She bit her lip trying to think of something. “I want you to fuckkkkooooooh.” She moaned almost screaming as she felt him thrusting deep inside her, the pain and pleasure rippling through her. “Oh God.” She whispered, her nails digging into the sheets, just about ripping them. “Oh my God.” She bit her lip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 05:03:51</strong>
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				A low groan from Victor as he remains still, flexing his cock inside her, loving the tightness of her young but womanly body. A low chuckle as he reaches down and runs his hand over her body, coming to rest it on her breast. The chuckle causes his body to shudder inside her, "Am I your god now, Gigi?" He winks, smiling, before leaning in to suckle her nipple, pulling away he suckles harder, causing it to 'pop' from his mouth.<br><br>Leaning back slightly, holding her hips again, he begins to fuck her gently, slowly, painfully slowly. Inches in, inches out. Eerie blue eyes remain on Gigi, watching her expressions, her body, the way she moves with each thrust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 05:12:23</strong>
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				Biting her lip she was so tense, every time she tried to relax after he pushed himself in she felt an odd ripple of pleasure and pain causing her to tense up again. Breathing slowly she started to relax to the feel of him inside her. “Oh Victor.” She whispered. <br><br>She giggled hearing his question as he pulled a nipple into her mouth. “I guess you are.” She smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair, arching her back slightly to push her breast against him. “Ooooh.” She whimpered her body shivering in pleasure already.<br><br>As he leans back she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, she smiled sighing in pleasure as he pulled back from her, she could feel every inch of him his cock seemed to go on forever as he pulled out slowly. “Ohhhh.” She bit her lip, with each thrust her hips start to rise to meet his. “Oh fuck.” She whispered moaning gently in pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chains</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 18:15:21</strong>
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				"Well.. If I am a god, I should endeavor not to disappoint." Spoken between quiet, moderated breaths. Bit by delicious bit the pleasure is building, as is the speed and pace at which he is pressing his hardened cock into her sweet, under used body. Breaths are coming quicker now, their rate matching the amount of effort he is putting into pleasuring her. The cadence increases more and more, deeper, harder. Strong hands lower to grip her hips more firmly and coax her thrusts to match his own pace, only increasing the intensity of the impacts.<br><br>"Yesssss.. I can feel you twitching and tightening."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Changing Personality. (Chains + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 23:06:37</strong>
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				Closing her eyes the pleasure built up inside her, she loved every second of it, every thrust, every movement, every touch. Arching her back she felt him thrusting deeper and harder inside her. She felt herself starting to match his thrust, “Oh God.” She whimpered looking up at him she pushed herself up to meet his hips. “Can you blame me; I don’t think I can stand as much as you’d like me to.” Biting her lip she ran her fingers through her hair.
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