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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 18:40:49 GMT -5
Do I look like I was born yesterday? I won't. Just remember, if you do want to, the Church'll help.
*she finishes her healing.*
There. Why?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 18:47:24 GMT -5
Thanks. But no.
Shakes her head.
The money, the family, you heard the stories before and mine's nothing special, believe me. Besides, I'd rather not tell anyone, no offense.
There are footsteps on the stairs.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 18:51:05 GMT -5
Just remember, if you want...
*She stops talking at the footsteps.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 18:59:23 GMT -5
And that is very smart. Because the first one to step into the room may be Nelore, she is quickly followed by a tall, rather muscular man with a bored look on his face, smelling distinctly like cigars.
Anyone mind explaining to me what a Faith-fool is doing in my place?
He is holding Nelore by the scruff of the neck. She mouths "sorry" to Alewyn.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 19:05:58 GMT -5
*she smiles quiclky at Nelore, then looks at the man.*
What is a man like you doing here? I was helping some of the girls.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 19:13:20 GMT -5
I own this place, genius. Up, out with you!
As if to set an example, he drags Nelore out of the room and pushes her into the hallway.
Back to work, you.
And you- I'll have you know you get no money out of me.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 19:25:47 GMT -5
*she rolls her eyes.*
If I was here for the money, you think I'd've waited for you?
*she leaves the room, looking indignant.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 19:27:56 GMT -5
He follows her to make sure she leaves the premises.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 19:34:32 GMT -5
*she leaves the house, causing no problems on her way out, apart from glaring at the man walking with her.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 19:48:37 GMT -5
He opens the front door for her and waits for her to walk out.
Terribly sorry, love, wouldn't have thrown out a pretty lass like yourself if you were here on any other business. If you ever need a job, I'll be right here. Bye now.
He promptly closes the door, cutting off any response.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 19:50:03 GMT -5
*she would have cursed the man on the spot if she were allowed to. Instead she just walks off, back to All Souls.*
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