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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 1:55:35 GMT
Grace let Fernand take the lead. She was putty in his hands and he was her artist. She could taste him now; he tasted sweet. That was all she needed to know. She could feel his need for her, she could tell he had been longing for this moment for a long time. She needed him too, but in a different way, she needed someone to lean on and who would keep her up. From the way Fern was holding her and kissing her, she knew he wouldn't desert her.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 19, 2006 9:23:19 GMT
Girty hopped into the room trying to put some odd socks she found on floor near her bed, her robe only had one arm, and she had a t-shirt on which was on back to front . "Sorry....Sorry I'm late." As she looked up and smiled she lost her balance and fell on the floor. She lay on the floor breathing deeply as she looked at the celling. "I over sle--" Girty broke off as she looked towards the stage shaking her head with a stupid smile on her face. "Grace Marks and Fernand Mondego stop that this instant." She laughed and walked slowly towards the stage.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 19, 2006 15:46:30 GMT
Fernand stood kissing Grace when he heard Girty enter the room. He seen her out of the corner of his eye but paid no attention to what she said. He held her as close and tight as he could and continued to play with her tongue with his. God he loved her.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 19, 2006 16:09:47 GMT
Mort stood there in silence as he watched what was happening. The anger in him was overwhelming. He broke his drumsticks over his head. He fought the urge to pull his wand out and kill Fernand. He took a deep breath.
[glow=blue,2,300]Ha ha You pathetic waste of life! She doesn't like you![/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]SHUT UP!! [/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]I am taking over now!![/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]NO!! [/glow]
But before Mort could fight it John Shooter took control. John/Mort stopped the acting crazy immediately. John/Mort sat and let the anger bubble inside him. John/Mort would get his revenge.
[glow=green,2,300]Please let me back!! [/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Its my time to rule. [/glow]
((OOC: Blue is John Shooter and Green is Mort. Mort is schizophrenic.))
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 17:40:09 GMT
Grace had heard Girty and she knew she should. But Fernand's excitement was so explosive she couldn't stop. She kissed him and held him tight to her chest. What are you doing, stupid! her conscience broke through. She pulled away from Fernand. She stared into his eyes and longed for him to never let her go. But she knew as well and he did that they would never work ... she hoped he did. "I'm sorry, Fern," she whispered so only he could hear her, "this isn't right; I can't use you like this."
Grace realized she was using him.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 19, 2006 21:06:24 GMT
Girty continued to grin and looked at the three people on stage. Mort's anger, Fernand and Graces random lust for each other. "Should i come back later? You guys seem to be having a mini love triangle i would hate to interfere."
Girty knew she was treading on thin ice but she could not resist.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 19, 2006 21:17:15 GMT
Grace looked away from Fernand and smile at Girty. "No," she said, moving away from Fernnad, "we should get this ball rolling anyway. Oh, Mort had a brilliant idea for a name. 'Broken Pride.' What you think?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 19, 2006 21:33:52 GMT
Girty laughed and moved up onto the stage carefully not to break any eye line that Mort may have on the others. She slipped over towards the base and picked it up putting the strap over her shoulder. "Sounds good to me." Girty gave a small grin at the others and played a few strings on the base.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 20, 2006 23:59:51 GMT
Fernand stood on the stage saddened by Grace pulling away. He longed for that moment to go on forever. He knew it would never work, but god he wanted it to. He decided then and there he would have Grace some day. He stood with a dumb smile on his face and looked over at Mort. He made eye contact and regretted it instantly. Fernand saw the evil in Mort's eyes. He grabbed his guitar and played slowly occasionally looking back at Mort.
"So what do we do now?" Fernand asked.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 22, 2006 19:53:48 GMT
Grace walked off the stage and began to pass up and down, thinking. She then walked to the piano again, sat down and positioned her fingers ready to play. She hesitated an lowered her arms. She could still taste Fernand and it made her heart pound.
She looked around and said, "now that we have a name, we need to get a song. Any ideas?" She looked at the keys and continued, "we could always write our own; I can write music and ... well ... it was just an idea."
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 25, 2006 17:31:39 GMT
Girty looked over at grace an nodded her head. "Well i have just learned how to play bass so do not look at me for any musical talent. My brother spent a load of money getting me to this stage." She broke off and giggled thinking about how annoyed her brother got at some points. She then woke again from her dream and looked around.
"So what about you guys then. Play away and i will listen?"
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 25, 2006 17:57:43 GMT
fernand lead into that song Mort made up. He played with less enthusiasm. He kept stealing glances at Grace. He sighed and went on with his music.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 18:04:31 GMT
Grace felt Fernands eyes on her. Her face was hot and her heart was beating very fast. She accompanied Fern in Mort's song. It was lovely just playing and not having to care whether or not she tripped over a note or dropped a sharp here or there.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 25, 2006 18:10:48 GMT
fernand gently played the song slowly at the end. He hid his face. And his tears.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 18:14:38 GMT
Grace smiled happily as the song ended. She sighed. "Mort," she said, "it's a lovely song, really stunning!"
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