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| Rain and Tears | Started by: Pickles on May 02, '09 04:06 |
| The car is warm and dry and silent. Eventually Adrian can hear the click of the hammer as the sullen girl next to him plays with the gun like it is a toy. | |
| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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Adrian snaps the weapon from her hands, startling her. Oh, for crying out loud! What is wrong with you, playing with a loaded gun like it's a kid's toy!! |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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Pickles flinches and begins crying again, pulling herself against the door, fingers curling around the handle just in case. Might as well be a toy she mutters. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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Angrily, Adrian asks: What are you talking about? |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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| Not being able to take the heartbreak of Kittie's death or the anger radiating from the man beside her, Pickles jerks the handle of the car door and pushes against it with her shoulder, leaping from the car and out into the dark night. She hits the street hard and is dazed. But before the car can screech to a halt she is running again. | |
| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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The driver slams on the breaks and Adrian almost bangs his head against the front seat. The driver, after apologizing, looks at Adrian waiting for instructions. A small nod was all it took for both the driver and the bodyguard to know what to do. Adrian closed the door that Pickles left open as the driver takes off after her. Once they are reasonably close, the car slows down and the bodyguard jumps out of the car and chases Pickles lifting her in the air and ignoring the soft attempts of resistance from this exhausted girl. Adrian was waiting for him outside the car, next to the front door. You ride in the back and keep an eye on her. I'll ride in the front. They all get in the car and they take off rapidly. |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:12 | |
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Pickles tries shouting and screaming obscenities but her voice is as tired as her body and with no response from the front seat she slumps down and falls asleep. Her body and mind too exhausted to keep fighting. Adrian welcomes the silence he thought would never come, as they drive to his house. As they pull into the garage, his bodyguard carries Pickles inside, while Adrian starts giving all of his staff orders to help him get this mess organized. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:13 | |
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You! Draw me a bath and have clean clothes laid for me in my room. You and you Pointing to the female staff, usually in charge of house cleaning. I didn't hire such robust women just for your culinary and cleaning skills. You make sure she gets a nice hot bath in the guest's bathroom and get some clothes from Kittie's closet for her. Something really warm. And you keep an eye on her AT ALL TIMES! You! Make sure the fireplace is on by the time I'm done with my bath. You two, -pointing at the driver and the bodyguard- prepare something to eat. And at the look of panic on their face he replies Oh! For Christ's sake! I'm not in the Grill! I know you're not cooks! Just prepare some sandwiches or go get some pizza. Anything, I'm starving, and I'm sure she will be too. |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:14 | |
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Francesca, the head of the household knocks lightly on Adrian's door and comes in with a tray of food at his "Enter" She sets it down on his desk where he is sitting, running his fingers along a gilt edged picture frame that holds a picture of him and Kittie, arms around one another, smiling wide for the camera. Once he puts down the picture frame and reaches for the steaming cup of hot coffee, Francesca speaks. "Signore, the girl has been bathed and put to bed in a guest room. Mario is outside her door and Victorio said he would keep an eye on the window. But I believe the child is too weak to try to escape again." Francesca pauses, brushing invisible lint from her apron. Although she had worked for the Gallante family for a very long time, she still didn't feel comfortable addressing her boss in any manner other than strictly professional. She crosses herself and looks Adrian in the eye. "Signore. I feel I must speak honestly with you. That girl has been hurt. Hurt very badly and more than once. I know you are an respectable man but if I sense you have any intentions towards her than are less than honorable... " Francesca trails off, her hands speaking more than her words. Her steely grey eyes convey a concern born of experience and Adrian has to suppress a shiver, knowing very well that Francesca means what she says. Before he can answer she nods her head in his direction and wishes him a good evening, leaving him alone with his thoughts and a whole new set of complications. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:15 | |
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| Adrian chuckles at Francesca's maternal instincts, be it towards the girl or towards himself. After all she had served his adoptive father TM Gallante before serving him. Adrian devours the food having found his appetite after days of bad nutrition. Shortly after he is sound asleep. | |
| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:15 | |
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The next morning Francesca brings Adrian his coffee and the local news paper. "Breakfast is ready Signore." "Thank you Francesca. Any news about the girl?" "She is in the dining room Signore. I will serve breakfast to both of you when you are ready." Francesca turns on her heel and strides out of the room in her usual, business like manner. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:15 | |
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| On her way out, Adrian tells Francesca to start serving breakfast and that he would be right down. He finishes getting dressed quickly and goes to the dining room. | |
| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:15 | |
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em>The heavy blue velvet drapes in the dining room have been pulled back and are tied with thick golden cords that loop in elaborate knots before dangling to the ground. Mid morning sun streams through the multi paned windows and illuminates the rich mahogany dining table where the girl he'd met the night before sits, taking reluctant sips of coffee. Adrian had never noticed how the sun brought out shades of honey in the rich veneer of the wood or how minute specks of dust seemed to dance as sunlight slices through the normally darkened dining area. In fact, Adrian couldn't ever remember eating in this room except for the breakfast he'd had with Kittie the morning after he had proposed. She'd left a trail of sugar cubes from his side of the bed, down the stairs and right up to the end of the table where she was sitting, perched like a cat, wearing a red satin robe and the ring he had slid onto her finger. She had laughed in delight at the dubious look on his face and beckoned him closer. On the table next to her was a plate of strawberries as red as her robe and a pitcher of cream. She pulled him close for a deep kiss and the rest of the morning— He shakes the image away and angrily jerks his chair out. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:16 | |
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| Good morning he growls. | |
| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:16 | |
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The girl at the far end of the table barely looks up, her face paler than it had been the night before, dark circles under her blank blue eyes. The fire that had burned cold within them seeming to have burnt out. Her shiny black hair is pulled back in a loose pony tail, probably Francesca's doing, and the dress she is wearing, one of Kittie's least favorites, hangs loose like a table cloth. M-morning. She mumbles back in a voice that sounds tired and defeated. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:16 | |
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Adrian gives furtive looks to the girl while they eat their breakfast. Nobody speaks a word for what seems like endless minutes. Adrian is trying to decide what to do with this girl. It doesn't look like she will have a place to stay, but on the other hand maybe Kittie had already provided for her. Finally feeling the tension was getting unbearable, he mumbles So, do you have a habit of diving out of moving vehicles? |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:16 | |
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The girl slams down the spoon she was using to eat her hot cereal and stares at Adrian, a little flame of hatred flickering in her once lifeless eyes. Only when creeps are trying to kidnap me! She shouts at the top of her lungs. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:17 | |
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Adrian springs up knocking his chair back and slamming his fist on the table yells back. Creep?! Kidnap?! Get the hell out of my house! Out! Not wanting to deal with her lack of reaction, Adrian storms out of the room towards his office and yells to Francesca on his way out. I do not want to see that little brat in this house by the time I come out of this office. God damn the time I tried caring about her! |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:17 | |
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A plate sails past Adrian's head, followed by a spoon and knife and before he has time to duck or turn around, the cereal bowl, still full of oatmeal crashes into the back of his head, sending lukwarm cereal and milk trickling down his new suit jacket. FUCK YOU!!!! She screams at the top of her lungs, right before she throws her juice glass. She fumbles with the awkward dress and storms in the wrong direction for the front door. |
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| Reply by: Pickles at May 02, '09 04:17 | |
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Adrian grabs his head where he was hit, with one hand and turns around with the other hand clinched in a tight fist and starts walking towards her. Victorio, his oldest and most trusted security staff, stands in Adrian's way to give him time to reconsider. Only Victorio would be able to pull off stopping him like this, but it did the trick. Adrian yells as he punches the wall next to him and storms again out of the dining room. I mean it! I want her out of here! Now! |
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| Reply by: Adrian at May 02, '09 04:17 | |
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