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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 24, 2006 0:39:03 GMT -7
((okay, let's say they're onshore now, to cut time and crap.))
When the ship was finally anchored in the bay, Christine was really anxious to be the first off the ship. As soon as the gangplank was lowered she half-ran down in and onto the dock. It felt really good to stand on land again for the first time in a long time. Especially to be on the island where she'd spent the first short (but happy enough) years of her life. The monastery was still there--she could hear the ever-familiar bell tolling out eight o'clock. She looked around at everything. She wanted to get out and see all there was to see.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 24, 2006 0:43:06 GMT -7
Desmond was actually anxious to see this land too. As much as he was a guard he never was stationed off seas much. He decided to fallow Christine and soon stopped behind her. "So, wanna show me around?" Desmond asked.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 24, 2006 0:46:24 GMT -7
"I guess so. I want to see what ever happened to a certain place...a few streets away, I believe...you won't find it very interesting but I'd like to see if my old friend still lives and works there." Without telling her captain where she was going or anything, she took off.
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 24, 2006 0:50:28 GMT -7
"You never know." He said referring to the "you won't find it very interesting." statement. Desmond looked over his shoulder then took off right behind Christine. He really didn't care what Sylvia had to say anyway.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 24, 2006 0:59:55 GMT -7
A few minutes later Chris stopped in front of a millinery shop. The shelves in the window were still laden with every color and pattern of ribbon imaginable, outrageous hats, small velvet shoes...that sort of thing. With an uncomfortable glance at her unstylish, certainly not spotless clothes she took a step towards the door. At least she'd taken time the night before to change into a simple but pretty enough dress of pale blue. It wasn't new but she always had fresh-ish clothes on hand. Her hair was clean too, fortunately. She opened the door and went in. Inside the shop, wide shelves from floor to ceiling were lined with things of the same nature as in the window. Fashionable stuff. Chris was particularly fascinated with the bolts and bolts of beautiful fabrics that were stacked on one wall. But she was there mainly to see someone. She approached the shopgirl behind the counter. "Would you happen to know if a Mrs. Manderley works here, would you, miss?" "Manderley? No, sadly, she died two years ago. Do you need help with anything else?" "No, I'm all right, thankyou." Christine turned away and explained quietly to Gillette-- "I knew the woman who used to own this place. I came in here all the time. Actually this dress came from here. But unfortunately the woman's dead now. The poor thing was only geting into her fifties last I saw her."
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 24, 2006 1:07:42 GMT -7
Desmond walked into the shop with Christine. Surprisingly he was fascinated at how decorated this place was. "And I thought Redmond was fancy." He mumbled under his breath. Somewhat afraid to touch anything he wait by th door still looking around. When Christine explained he listened. "I'm sorry Christine." Desmond told her sympathetically
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Sept 24, 2006 1:18:48 GMT -7
"It's alright. I don't think she was really in perfect health when I left after all. I guessed as much. Shall we go?" Chris turned to leave the shop, as there were other places she wanted to see and not enough time in the day to see them all unless they got a move on. On the way out she paused to look briefly at a particularly beautiful bolt of pale green silk with almost invisible pink roses. In those twenty seconds of hesitation, a man accompanied by a younger woman turned away from a shelf nearby. From the front one could tell that he was probably in his early forties, but he was certainly handsome. The woman with him looked to be perhaps a few years younger than Christine, and she bore a definite resemblance to her escort. The man stopped short in mid-sentence, staring at Christine. Then Chris looked up as well and saw him, and he caught her eye...he looked as if he was seeing a person back from the grave. Chris just looked puzzled. After a minute the man approached her. "Mirabel...?" he asked in a half-whisper. Chris snapped out of her moment of confusion. "No, I'm afraid I'm not who you're looking for. My name is Christine." Another look of utter disbelief from the man. "Christine Antonetta?"
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Post by Captain Jack on Sept 24, 2006 1:26:10 GMT -7
Desmond fallowed Christine as she looked in shops. He was looking around himself. The town seemed quite peaceful, content, and certainly beautiful. He just about ran into her when she suddenly stopped staring at a man. Desmond backed off scanning the man when he approached Christine. The man seemed to know her.
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