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Post by Gin on Oct 8, 2007 18:21:23 GMT -6
The bathroom was still filled with the light beady mist as Brigitta wiped her towel over the mirror in front of her. The tile was damp with the warm mist, making her feet stick. She enjoyed pulling her feet off the stickey tile but was disappointed when her feet refused to attach to the floor a fourth time. She had wrapped her hair up in a thin pink towel that was already showing wet spots where the towel wasn't doubled up.
The glass was already getting foggy so Brigitta wiped it again. She smiled at the image that greeted her from the misty world through her mirror. Her skin was pink from the scrubbing it had endured and still shone with the beads of water. But, she was happy with her appearance, if only because Darius seemed to like her looks. It was only ten in the morning, almost a full 8 hours until the hall was even open for the Masquerade but Brig was very excited about the party that night. She had a beautiful dress, fashioned like one that might be found in the old south of the United States. It was now laying over the side of her lavender comforter of the tall queen bed.
Brig curled the towel tighter against her cool skin, making her eyes look away from the small bit of fat she knew was hanging on her stomach like a leech. It wasn't a very noticable amount of fat but it was enough to make the otherwise over confident woman that little bit self-conscious. But if Darius didn't seem to care, maybe she didn't have to care. With this much happier thought, Brigitta switched off the bathroom light and walked into her bedroom.
She was skipping lunch today so Brig didn't need to worry about getting food on her dress or any such disaster. Some would question why she was even putting the dress on so early in the day, but those some would never admit to meeting Brigitta Corwin. Where she is calm and agreeable about some things, the is obsessive and stubborn about sooo many more; impressing Darius was one such thing. She would begin early now and finish in a beautiful dress about an hour early.
After she had stood in her room a few moments, looking blankely at the dress and anything else that seemed to be floating around the empty space, she realized she needed to put her make-up on first. Brigitta flipped on the light again and stood in front of the revealing mirror while she traded the bath towel for a pink silk robe. Next, she spread out the wide array of beauty products on the counter top, accidently spilling some nail polish in the sink. Without bothering to clean it up, she set to work on her skin.
When Brigitta finished with the majority of her make-up nearly an hour later, she turned her focus on the dress. But this time, she looked twice around the bathroom to make sure she was ready for the dress. With a purposeful look about her, she nodded happily and trotted into the bedroom. Her dress was still laying on the bed, just inviting her to pull it on and become a new person, someone Darius would love.
The dress fit perfectly around her body after various unsuccessful attempts at getting it on without smearing one aspect of her make-up. It hid all the fat Brig was so ashamed of and showing off all the curves she was sure men loved. The lacy sleeves fell over her shoulders, covering them while showing off her collar. The rose at her chest was situated perfectly between her breasts as was the black and red V-shape. The thin, white gloves and umbrella she had bought to accent the dress lay untouched by her pillow where they would stay with her mask until everything else was ready. The bracelet she had had made was already draped over her wrist for it was her favorite part of the outfit. Brig had not yet done anything to her hair or tried on any of the earrings she had deemed worthy candidates.
Darius had chosen tp go the Masquerade as the classic character Erik from the musical "Phantom of the Opera." He was going to wear the black mask Brig had bought him that day Michael burned half his face off. Since that day, Brig had heard many rumors about a man fitting her boyfriend's description but she refused to believe that her Darius Iron was responsible for any of it.
Pregio suddenly leapt up on the bed, startling the Headmistress from her thoughts. The cat meowed and sauntered over to the stack by her pillow. He yawned and simply lay down on the gloves as if his perfectly tan and black hair would make the gloves into a holy object.
"No! Bad kitty!" Brig swatted at Pregio with one hand while the other grasped onto the towel wrapped around her head. She recieved a hiss and a rake across her hand. She drew her hand back, pouting as she saw that the blood seeped to the surface. Pregio, not wanting to get hit with the mug Brig was reaching for with a glare on her face, jumped down and ran to the office. She gave a satisfied grin before remembering that her hand was now red and slowly getting wet and warm.
"Well, I will be wearing gloves," she stated, turning around to step into the bathroom and clean the cut off. What made her stop, a sudden movement by the door frame, made her brilliant red lips tighten and her eyes narrow. She pivoted on her heels to see what it was, or rather who. "Oh. Hello. You scared me." Her lips twisted into a playful grin and her green eyes brightened.
Darius stood in the doorway, simply looking at her like she was to become a piece of evidence in a case against him. She chuckled happily.
"That look doesn't suit you, Dar," she said, still smiling. "Plus, you are early. The Masquerade isn't until tonight. It isn't even noon yet."
ADMIN EDIT: 2 galleons, given by Apple
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Post by Tori on Oct 17, 2007 17:39:59 GMT -6
Today was the day. Darius Iron had been preparing for this day for many months. He had rather hoped it wouldn't come to this, but alas, it had, and he was prepared. He was hoping to not have to use magic, in case they tried to trace it back to his wand. Maybe he could just use the natural charm to accomplish it.
Now, what evil deed could Darius possibly do that would require "natural charm"? Why, kidnapping Brigitta Corwin, of course. It should be rather easy. He could talk softly to her while touching her arms and all she likes, while really securing her hands behind her back, tying them in an attempt to be "kinky", and carrying her out of the room. Simple as that. Or, if he felt like being agressive, which he might, Dar could barge in, run at her, choke her until she passes out, and THEN carry her out. OR, he could stand in the doorway like a creep and go up to her and seduce--wait. That was option one. Nevermind. Still undecided, Darius started to get ready.
He put on all black; pants, shirt, shoes, socks, gloves. He even threw in a cape for effect. Once all that was on, Dar slicked his hair back before putting on the black mask Brig had gotten him. It covered the entire upper half of his face, leaving only about a centimeter of scar tissue showing on the right side of his face beneath the black silk.
Once he felt he was ready and after drinking a bit of glenlivet, Darius exited the door of his guest room, completely focused on his mission. Brigitta might be still sleeping. Unless...oh, yes, Darius knew her well. She was probably already getting ready for the ball. And since Darius wanted to "please" her, he dressed early, too. Why not? The mask fit his kidnapper mode.
A few minutes later, Dar found himself standing in the doorway of Brigitta's office, watching her do her makeup. He stood there for quite a while, trying to figure out what kind of mood she was in; and better yet, what kind of mood he was in. If he wasn't in a charming mood, he'd go for the agression. But if, in fact, violence was not the answer, he would go for seduction-kidnapping.
Dar stood in the doorway for quite some time, watching Brigitta, and she didn't even notice. He watched her change into the dress (that looked mighty swell, if he should say so....but honestly, who says "mighty swell" anymore?) and then watched the cat attack Brigitta. Quite an odd cat, really. When Brig escaped to the bathroom, the cat finally noticed him and went all wonky. And then Brigitta peeked out from the bathroom and saw him.
"Oh. Hello. You scared me."
Darius, contemplating his next move, continued to scowl in thought, not really listening to what Brigitta was saying. He knew what he had to do, didn't really want to, but had to, and was trying to figure out just which way he would choose. She seemed like she was in a good, non-fightey mood, so Darius decided to go with the slow-paced, gentle method. Trick her. Or not--maybe.
"That look doesn't suit you, Dar. Plus, you are early. The Masquerade isn't until tonight. It isn't even noon yet."
Darius just frowned and pushed himself away from the doorframe he'd been leaning on. "I know," he said sadly. "But there's business to be taken care of." Sighing, Darius advanced slowly, hoping his plan would work. He neared her cautiously so to not frighten her. "You look fantastic," he said, touching her shoulder lightly and trailing his fingers across it to her throat. She really did have soft skin.
Slowly, Darius moved behind her and stood against her back, cheek against the side of her head. "Very sexy," he continued, trailing his fingers down her forearms and enclosing her fingers in his. Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought.
Darius was rather fond of the woman.
[[Admin edit: 2 galleons given by Gin.]]
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Post by Gin on Oct 20, 2007 10:44:29 GMT -6
The sudden change from being alone to facing the most gorgeous man on the planet didn't seem to phase Brigitta. Or maybe it did and the only reaction she could get was holding perfectly still. As Darius walked toward her, the black mask covering the top half of his face except his sad eyes, she could only stare at him.
"I know. But there's business to be taken care of. You look fantastic," he said, using that deep voice on her. Brigitta missed the quiet tone and sigh. If Darius was coming toward her, the words weren't important, only the voice.
His hand broke the distance between them, trailing along her shoulder. Brigitta closed her eyes and gave him one of her own sighs. The hand moved slowly up to her collar and neck, giving Brigitta the brief thought that his buisness might be removing the dress she had just put on. Of course, that was perfectly fine with her if that's what Darius wanted. And then he was behind her, pressing his face against her hair and muttering something about sex. She opened her eyes and leaned back ever so slightly, arranging herself closer to his warmth and voice.
"Whatever you want," she whispered. His fingers twined through hers, immediatly warming them. The cut was long forgotten. Brigitta lifted a hand and, turning it so his was on the inside, ran it slowly down her body. She turned her head carefully to press her lips on his neck, saying "Maybe it's good you were early."
[[Sorry for da shortness... I want to post but I don't have much muse.]]
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Post by Tori on Oct 21, 2007 19:22:20 GMT -6
Kidnapping this woman was not going to be easy on Darius's part. Well, it would be quite easy in that Brigitta would go wherever Darius wanted her to go. It would be hard, because something strange had caused the man to have a change of heart. It was odd, but it had happened, and now Darius was not so sure about this whole kidnapping and killing thing. The woman wouldn't be that hard to infiltrate; they might not have to kill her.
"Whatever you want. Maybe it's good you were early."
Darius smiled. He had to be strong for this. He had to do what Ros instructed him to do. Ros was his business partner, as he preffered to put it, and he had to agree with her. If facial expressions could kill, and Darius did not follow her ideas, Ros would murder Dar with one of her death glares that said a million things at once. If you grew up with Ros Warren, and were ever romantic with her, you would know exactly what she meant. A simple eye twitch added to a manic smile added another few paragraphs to what she had to say.
Needless to say, Darius much preferred a happy Ros to an angry Ros, so he would simply coax Brigitta to follow him. She would do it. Her brain had melted the moment Dar had laid a finger on her shoulder. This worked much to his advantage, this effect he had on some women. It was lovely, but right now, Darius had a cloud of reluctance biting at his flesh.
"Come with me," he said into her hair. "I have a something special I want to show you."
With that, Darius grabbed Brigitta's hand lightly and pulled her out the door with him, leading her to wherever it was Ros wanted him to take her.
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Post by Gin on Oct 21, 2007 20:52:09 GMT -6
The touch, the voice, the heat that suddenly flared through her body... Brigitta was in deep with this one. It hadn't taken the pair long to get the whole "first time" thing out of the way. Brigitta couldn't quite remember who it was that had planted the idea but either way, both were partial to the idea. With his hand going down her body, even if by her choice rather than his, she really wanted a second time. Then, his voice again, right above her ear.
"Come with me. I have a something special I want to show you." She nodded her head slightly just to get the point across that she was completely willing to look at anything he wanted to show her. Especially something he deemed special.
She was in the process of forming into speech the idea "I could show you a few things too," when her hand was feeling a faint tugging sensation in the direction of Darius. If it was in his direction, she would gladly allow the tugging to take her. Brigitta followed along after him without any protest, taking her chance every few minutes to run her hand over some part of his body: shoulder blade, neck, forearm, thigh... It was all the same to her.
When he finally stopped, Brigitta glanced around them, just to admire the surroundings Darius had chosen for their second time. But, there wasn't much to admire unless you liked semi-dark hallways with a faint wet smell and the scratching of mice behind the walls. Darius’s tall frame beside her was the only warmth she could draw in the cold atmosphere. Brig let her eyes dart around her, not really noticing the figure approaching. She shrank in closer to Darius, draping her arms around his hips.
“A little kinky, isn’t it?” she asked, though she was sure ‘kinky’ didn’t quite cover their current location. “Maybe we should go for something a little more, well, warm? Unless you plan on making it hot in here.” She chuckled without her usual humor, a brief glimpse at the fear that was starting to nag at her. Now she could hear the light foot steps of someone approaching. This frightened her more than she would have liked, though she would never admit it to Darius. “Someone watching may not be the best idea, Dar,” she continued, unconsciously adding a more frantic tone.
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Post by Tori on Oct 22, 2007 19:10:33 GMT -6
Darius frowned at the location that Ros had...well...mapped out. She couldn't tell him the directions, so she drew them on a map. Darius had basically memorized it by then so he wouldn't look dumb walking around with a map, drooling over some piece of parchment. He hoped he had gotten the directions right, because this place was definitely "Ros". In face, it practically screamed "DARIUS KIDNAPS AND MURDERS. MURDERER. MMUUURRDDEERRREERRRRRR." Or maybe that was the painting on the wall. Dar silenced it discreetly with his wand before wrapping his arms around the woman who'd pressed herself against him, basically crushing his organs. Good thing he was strong.
“A little kinky, isn’t it?”
Darius grinned at the woman. She surely had a way of...er...lightening the mood. Dar was feeling rather guilt-stricken and reluctant, but her willingness and openness with him made him feel all the better. That didn't justify his kidnapping of her. Well, you can't really kidnap those who are willing to go with you, can you? As long as she didn't have to die, Darius would be happy.
“Maybe we should go for something a little more, well, warm? Unless you plan on making it hot in here.”
Darius ran his hands down the woman's arms as he saw the all too familiar silhouette approaching from the darkness. This was it. If Ros was in a good mood, maybe Dar could simply question Brigitta, get it over with, then explain to her it was all part of their haunted house theme--a surprise for the students. Then they could happily go down to the masquerade and dance like a normal couple, and Darius could rid himself of Ros, Daemon, and Dalal forever; make Hogwarts his home with Brigitta and the other staff members.
“Someone watching may not be the best idea, Dar."
Smiling from his hopeful thoughts, Darius leaned forward and whispered into Brigitta's ear. "Just wait and see," he said, his voice husky. He wanted this to be as painless as possible, for him and Brigitta both. For Ros, he really was beginning to not care so much.
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Post by purrfection on Oct 25, 2007 20:44:16 GMT -6
They say those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it. Ros Warren had obviously not payed much attention in terms of history or, more specifically, she had not payed much attention to how she'd been spending the last five months. She had waited for Daemon, and she had waited for all the other crack-heads to whom she had given an unfruitful and laborous employment to get jobs done. In much the same way, Ros now found herself waiting for Darius.
She had given him a good job. And she didn't just think that because Darius was the right age to make it work, or because he was more than capable, or because it was all fairly clean-cut and held very little possibility of failure. Because true as all those things may be, this job was just good. No elaboration needed. It was easy and it was essential. Chalk up Corwin's trust. Kidnap her. Bring her back. Like tying a shoe.
And yet... Darius was late. Late, for God's sake! How hard could this be? Darius could easily overpower a man twice his size, so Ros would not take any she-tae-kwon-do'd-me-till-I-was-crying-for-my-mommy bullshit. But it would never be that simple with Darius. Daemon, maybe. Ros seethed at the thought that he too was late and there was no way of knowing what was holding him up.
Ros thrummed the tips of her long, bony fingers against the old, brittle stone wall. She'd picked the perfect place to keep the headmistress for interrogation, the cellar of the Ministry of Magic, not far from where the masquerade was being held. The various halls and tunnels formed something of a maze, and every pathway led back to where Ros was standing: a large room with a few barred prison cells lining the walls. As far as cellars/torture-chambers went, this one was fairly well-lit. There were flaming torches lining the walls, giving it the general spooky dungeon appearance.
Suddenly Ros heard the sound of footsteps down one of the halls. She also heard voices, one the low tenor of a male, echoing off the walls. Finally, Darius had arrived, and judging from the fact that there were two voices instead of one, he had Brigitta with him. Good. Ros pushed herself away from the wall she had been leaning against and walked in the direction of the noise, her simple black, slipper-like shoes making no sound whatsoever on the floor.
When Ros reached Darius, he had himself wrapped around Brigitta Corwin in what closely resembled a loving embrace. Ros stood in the shadow of a corner a short ways away and allowed herself a moment to frown at the scene: how Corwin, a woman who, for all Ros cared, could have been unconscious and bleeding out her eyesockets, was basking in the body heat of her 'kidnapper'. Ros herself was most always cold, even though she wore the same worn, black robes everywhere she went. But she did not enjoy physical contact and had no interest in watching other people enjoy it, regardless of how much she enjoyed 'watching' things.
Ros cleared her throat, which did a lot considering she hadn't spoken in at least a year and there was probably all sorts of scum built up in her esophagus. The gross crackling filled the corridor. She only hoped Darius would take that as his cue to lock Corwin up, and Ros hoped he would get to it before she had to do something drastic, like cough.
[[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin]]
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Post by Gin on Oct 26, 2007 19:12:29 GMT -6
"Just wait and see."
Brigitta took this as her cue to obey Darius. He had never led her astray before, why would he now? These poorly lit halls and the silent figure in front of them meant nothing. She pressed closer to him but she was confident now. All she wanted was his heat and his arms around her. She may not be a hopeless romantic but what woman didn't want to be held and loved by such a man as Darius? Really.
The form was closer now, slowly closing the distance between himself and the couple. Brigitta had determined that the approaching shadow was a male. This only because of the way he carried himself. Only a man would walk like that. And those gastly black tatters he had delusioned himself into thinking were robes. Only a man could be that oblivious about the state of his robes. It was only when the figure stopped did Brigitta have to reconsider her logic.
This was a woman.
Now that there was a faint light falling on her frail body, Brigitta could see that there was almost an absence of any fat on this woman's body. Though her face was feminine, not much else was. Her blonde hair was thin and looked like you might be able to snap it off with one movement. It hung down to her collar, only slightly longer than the cut she had seen recently on a pack of young Gryffindor boys. It was almost frightening, her appearance.
Brigitta looked up at Darius with minimal concern. She was assured by this woman's unhealthy appearance that Darius had no intrest in breaking up with trading Brigitta for this woman.
She suddenly cleared her throat and Brigitta was completly reassured. The noise was load and flemmy. There had definitly been something decomposing in this woman's throat. Surely her voice could be nothing more than a croak. She sank back into Darius's body, relaxing against his hard body. She liked it there, under his arm. She was almost too tall for it to be perfect yet somehow it was the most comfortable place in the world.
"Do you want me out of the way, Darius?" she asked, looking back up. She looked innocent with her light green eyes focused on him and her red hair falling against her back in semi-formed curls that had let up a bit with the cool, humid air. Of course, she had no idea that that is what this woman wanted: Brigitta out of the way.
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Post by Tori on Oct 31, 2007 16:03:59 GMT -6
Darius waited with Brigitta nestled into him and stared into the darkness. It was oddly comforting; the warmth of a woman cowering against him in search of any warmth this place held. It was in them, the warmth was, and for some reason, heat was all Darius could think about at the time being. In fact, the heat was so lovely and inviting, he found himself pulling her closer, inviting it in, forgetting why they were there, and wanting more.
And then something in his peripheral vision brought Darius back to attention. He looked up, suddenly alert, to see a frail, fragile looking frame standing there, dry, thin white-blonde hair, and an icy expression. It was Ros, and she looked impatient. He knew he'd taken too long, but things take time, right?
"Do you want me out of the way, Darius?"
Darius looked down into Brigitta's eyes and felt a sting of guilt and reluctance. He really didn't want to do this. Maybe he could trick Ros into thinking that he was going to be rid of Brig, and then go find Ros to tell her the "good news", and kill HER. Dar shook off the thought. It wasn't that easy, and Ros was good at reading people. She spent so much time in silence that she could probably read eyes, faces, or even minds. The thought of Ros being a talented occlumens made Dar shiver, and he smiled at Brigitta.
"Not at all," he said reassuringly. "I...I just wanted you to meet my sister," he jerked his head toward Ros and gave her a 'just go with it' look, "Rosaline. Rosaline, this is Brigitta. I've told you about her."
Darius needed to think of a plan, and quick. Very, very quick.
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Post by purrfection on Nov 4, 2007 19:15:13 GMT -6
"Do you want me out of the way, Darius?"
For a hostage, this woman was being laughably naive, like she had no idea of the fate that had been so carefully planned out for her. It was almost as if Darius had invited her down here, and she, being so enamored with him as she undoubtedly was, had agreed to come along. It was as if he hadn't harmed a hair on her pretty red head... as if he didn't want to harm her.
Ros picked up on the idea very quickly, and that was precisely her reasoning for discarding it. Darius never made mistakes, and getting attached to a victim was a very, very stupid mistake. Ros knew she had told him not to do it, she had told him explicitly. She remembered. It was months ago, when they had first got this little scheme planned out and Darius was about to go meet Brigitta for the first time. As he was leaving, Ros had shot him a 'Don't f*** this up' look, and then another that said 'Try not to do anything dumb like feel bad for Corwin because if you do I'll get mad and you know what happens when I get mad. No, not that--yes, that. With the blender.' Ros thought that look was fairly self-explanatory, but there was always a small margin for error.
"Not at all. I...I just wanted you to meet my sister. Rosaline. Rosaline, this is Brigitta. I've told you about her."
For having just heard total bullshit, Ros's facial expression was comically serious. Darius had done much more than tell Ros about Brigitta, so long as 'plotting to kill' counted as more than telling. Lying was common practice for both she and Darius. They did it on a regular basis, so this one was alright with her. As a matter of fact, the thing that bugged her the most was that Darius had used her full name, Rosaline. He was one of the few who knew her real name, and Ros wanted to keep it that way. Of course, if the next few hours went according to plan, that wouldn't be a problem.
Ros neither complied nor disobeyed Darius's 'go with it' look. She did, however, spare herself a moment to take a good look at the worthless 130 pounds of human flesh clinging to him. Corwin appeared little more aware of her doom than a chicken of Hillary Clinton's presidential campaign. It was funny to think that she would be dead in the next 24 hours. Ros would have laughed, if her body had in fact possessed that capability. Sadly, it did not, so she turned around and started off silently back to the barred cells. She did not motion Darius to follow her. If he knew what was good for him, he would do it anyway.
[[Admin Edit: 2 galleons given by Gin (LOL. Gotta love Ros)]]
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Post by Gin on Nov 4, 2007 19:54:04 GMT -6
"Not at all. I...I just wanted you to meet my sister. Rosaline. Rosaline, this is Brigitta. I've told you about her."
He gave the boyish woman a jerk of his head and a look that Brigitta neglected to identify. Surely Darius couldn't mean anything bad by a single look at his sister, though how this hideous woman could even be related to the bronze god around her was beyond the Headmistress. She smiled helpfully and loosened her arm around Darius's middle.
" 'Lo, Rosaline. Nice to meet you. I haven't heard much abou--." She stopped. It wasn't normal for someone she was talking to to suddenly turn and walk away. If this was normal for Darius's sister she could wait a lifetime until she met his parents. His mother was probably a toothpick-thin, transparent blonde. His dad was probably tall, broad, and dark. Just the image in her mind sent warm shivers through her body that she was sure Dar could feel. But the image shifted. The face she stared at in her mind softened, the lips tilting up into the badboy smile she was so used to seeing on Dar's face. She shuddered again and pressed closer to Darius.
"Should we," she stopped to clear her throat, "follow her?" she managed to choke out through her constricting throat. It was getting harder to breathe with the picture in her head slowly changing into his birthday suit. It looked good on Darius.
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Post by Tori on Nov 5, 2007 16:45:17 GMT -6
There are times in Darius's life that he gets very frustrated with Ros's inability--or dislike, rather--to talk. Sometimes she made up new looks that Dar had never seen before, and it took him a while to decode them. For instance, if her sentence was "Go make me a sandwich", her facial expression is somewhere between "I'm hungry" (which is a rare one), "Go get it," and "SALAMI SALAMI SALAMI!!!!" That one had happened once, when Ros had had a little too much Oak Matured Mead, and they went to the supermarket.
Times like this, however, Darius was glad for his business partner's muteness. If she was a jabbermouth like that nurse this place had, he might be in some trouble. She may blow his cover. Except, with Ros's personality, she wouldn't. She'd say "You're an idiot, but whatever gets the job done."
" 'Lo, Rosaline. Nice to meet you. I haven't heard much abou--."
Darius snapped back into reality and looked down at Brigitta. She was obviously flabbergasted, but not to the point of complete disbelief. She trusted him. Not for long, though. This sucked. At least he knew he was good at lying. Or, at least, Brigitta was gullible. That was when Dar realized that the reason Brigitta stopped talking was that Ros turned around and started walking away.
"Should we follow her?"
Darius looked down at Brigitta once more and then back up to Ros's prim, slowly fading silhouette. He nodded once. "Yes," he said hoarsely. "We should." Darius gently placed a hand between the woman's shoulder blades and led her down the corridor to her doom.
He only hoped he could save her.
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Post by purrfection on Nov 23, 2007 0:18:52 GMT -6
Ros was being followed. At least, she could only hope she was being followed. It was awfully cold in the cellar, and having very little fat on one's bones made cold temperatures difficult to bear. They had an objective that they'd been rehearsing for weeks--months, even--and now was the time to complete it. Ros had actually been looking forward to this. But now she was shivering and she just wanted to get the information they needed, get Corwin out of the way, and go someplace warm.
Stopping at the barred cell she had set out from, Ros turned and began a long, cold seven seconds' wait for Darius and Brigitta to catch up to her. It felt like every step Darius was taking was sandwiched in between unearthly silences. Why did everything have to take so long?
Ros found herself getting irritated for very little reason. Realistically, seven seconds was not a long wait at all, but she wouldn't have had to stand through it if Darius had done as they'd planned and knocked Corwin out before he'd brought her here. Ros wondered why he was straying from his precise orders. Sometimes fate required that one change one's plans a little, but this wasn't one of those times. She would have to have a talk--er... stare... with him about this later. Once the torture was over.
When Darius finally reached the cell, he was walking solemly next to Corwin, one hand placed on her back. Ros glared at him. It was a look that said 'Put that hand to good use and lock you-know-who you-know-where'.
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Post by Gin on Nov 23, 2007 18:38:36 GMT -6
The cold was not helping her nerves, Brig decided. She had been walking side-by-side with Darius for too long. He did have his hand against her back but that warmth could only go so far. She closed her eyes, letting him lead her.
She took an extra step when he stopped, bumping into his sister. Brig's eyes flew open and she stared wide-eyed at the woman. Maybe the Headmistress' bigger body had broken something in this twig's frame. She stared in horror for a minute before she regained her thought process and stepped back against Darius again.
"Sorry," she muttered. She looked up at Darius to see if he was going to scold her. He looked very serious... like he was trying to figure out what to do. She nudged him softly on the hip, letting her lip quiver a bit. "Hey... I didn't mean to. Honest. Your hand just..." She glanced over at Rosaline and then back at Darius, lowering her voice. "You hand felt so good there..." She tried to smile helpfully but she just looked pitiful.
But there was the matter of where the hell they were to deal with and Darius' planning face wasn't too important. Brigitta looked around her again, taking in the cold air flowing on her neck from a vent in the wall and the water slowly forming a puddle near the far wall of the room to Ros' right. She stopped looking around. There was a barred room to Ros' right. Brig blinked and flicked her eyes between the stoic Rosaline and the cell. There was already someone in there and he didn't look too happy. This couldn't be good.
"Darius.... What's going on here?" Again, her lips trembled, but this time with real fear.
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Post by Tori on Jan 5, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -6
Darius, having not been posted with in quite some time, gave himself a moment to regroup. Ros was not cooperating. Play along, Ros, he thought at her. Nonetheless, Darius could sense the tension. He could sense Ros' impatience and frustration, and Brig's decreasing trust in Dar was evident.
"Sorry. Hey... I didn't mean to. Honest. Your hand just...Your hand felt so good there..."
Paying attention to every bit of pallor flesh on Ros' face, Darius attempted a sly smile, which turned into an evil smirk. He quickly wiped it away and looked down at Brig, attempting the smile again. It worked this time, and he rubbed her shoulder. Looking back at his accomplice, Darius pursed his lips, hoping that whatever plan his noggin was brewing would pull through and Brig would get out of this alive, and her trust and lust and maybe love for Dar would not die.
"Darius.... What's going on here?"
Catching the expression on Ros' bony little facem Darius nodded and began to ease Brigitta forward into the cell. He leaned forward so that his mouth was right by her ear. "Play along," he whispered, hoping that would answer her question and ease the evident fear.
Heck, he would be afraid right now, too. Ros was not one for reckoning with, that's for sure. That stony glare would make anyone wet himself in horror. Lord knows Dar had run away from her time and again. She needed him, though. She needed Darius' strength.
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