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milliways_bar2005-12-19 12:19 am
prettymaids) wrote in milliways_bar2005-12-19 12:19 am
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There is a shadowy figure at the top of the stairs, holding onto the banister with one hand, clutching a doll in the other, and looking down into the room below. It's the figure of a woman- a thin, underweight woman, one with deathly pale skin. Drusilla.
Slowly, ever so slowy, she decends. She carries herself as if she might break at any time. Dru is still not used to her body- new and old, both at the same time. Alive after 125 years in death. Human now.
She slips towards the bar, clinging tightly to Miss Edith.
She leans close and whispers something to Bar, and a pot of tea and a plate of crumpets appears. Dru thanks Bar and takes her tea and crumpets to a booth.
Slowly, ever so slowy, she decends. She carries herself as if she might break at any time. Dru is still not used to her body- new and old, both at the same time. Alive after 125 years in death. Human now.
She slips towards the bar, clinging tightly to Miss Edith.
She leans close and whispers something to Bar, and a pot of tea and a plate of crumpets appears. Dru thanks Bar and takes her tea and crumpets to a booth.
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He generally does not wait for an invite anyhow, but he'll at least get through introductions before such rudeness. "I am called Montparnasse." He says with an inclination of his head. "And I got the doll's name, but I'd much prefer your own."
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He scowls, turning to leave. "Forgive me for interrupting. Enjoy your tea."