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Post by Albert Emerson on Mar 11, 2008 13:53:05 GMT -5
The glance of Albert was empty. Albert was witness of Annabelle pain and was not able to find any words to comfort her, in despite he would like to do anything for she not have to bear this - she was on her knees, Sebastian blood on her gown dress, trying to awake him by repeating his name and some supplications, while tightening his arm and not albe to hold her tears.
Albert: Annabelle... Annabelle...
He whispered to her ears, but she not seem to heard him. At the same time, some rain drop fall on them, and quickly the rain become intense.
Albert: Preston, please, bring Annabelle inside.
He try to help Annabelle to up in despite of her opposition. He whispered again to her ears, but she still under the shock. Albert looked around than back to Preston.
Albert: Bring her to her room, I'll help the doctor with Sebastian, we can't let the body here. We will need to go search the sheriff in town too after.
His thought left about it couldn't be real, Sebastian will awake soon or later - they were like brothers since the time he knew him and he couldn't imagine that he was death.
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Mar 13, 2008 17:46:56 GMT -5
(Preston, who also was in a state of shock, found it hard to react on Albert’s demand, but he pulled himself together and came closer to Annabelle. He reached out for her, but was unsure how to comfort her in this painful moment) Preston: Annabelle, please, it’s best if we go inside now. (There was no answer from Annabelle. He then laid his arms around her and together they began to walk inside. By the time they were at the entrance, Preston glanced back and saw Albert and the doctor lifting Sebastian’s body. When they came into the main hall, few people watched them curious as to why they had sorrowed faces. Just as they were about to walk up the stairs to Annabelle’s room, a woman out of concern tapped Preston’s shoulder and spoke with a soft voice) Mrs. Hallmark: Tell me, what is the matter?  (Preston tried to force words out of his mouth, but a certain pain kept him from speaking. He looked at the woman with grief in his eyes and then continued with Annabelle to walk up the stairs) **Tag Annabelle / Albert** |
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Annabelle Rose Emerson
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My memories are gone, but I keep hope to know who I am soon!
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Post by Annabelle Rose Emerson on May 30, 2008 14:21:24 GMT -5
Annabella walked toward a room for be away of all people talking around. She tried to breath slowy, but wasn't able - the image of Sebastian body stayed in her mind more than anything else. How in the world it could be possible? Why him? ALl was confused in her mind, not able to said something, one a tears dropping on her cheek.  Albert entered the room and closed the door behind him.  He walked to ward his fiancée and huge her in his arms, unable to find the words to said to her. He finally looked at Preston. Albert: I will have to meet the authorities about the event, by being there when we found.... He paused, didn't wanted to talk of this in front of Annabelle. The man glanced to her and tried to make a heartwarming smile. Albert: Please Preston, couls you stay with Annabelle until I'm back? It would take too much time. He didn't wanted left Annabelle, not let her alone, not after this event. But a thing he knew, it that he could trust his friend for help in a such moment. |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on May 31, 2008 19:46:35 GMT -5
Preston: Certainly... His eyes followed Albert as he left the room. He stood right beside Annabelle, feeling his emotions overwhelming him, still being in shock. He couldn’t say anything - nothing could be said he felt, so he just stood still in painful silence for the next seconds. Seeing how Annabelle struggled with the situation and how her tears ran down her cheeks, made Preston embrace her, holding her in his arms, while his own eyes began to get watery, but he kept his tears from falling.  Preston: It’s going to be alright…We’ll get through this. As he held Annabelle, he kept repeating his words again and again as if he tried to insure himself of his statement.
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Annabelle Rose Emerson
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My memories are gone, but I keep hope to know who I am soon!
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Post by Annabelle Rose Emerson on Jun 1, 2008 10:48:59 GMT -5
Annabelle: How it can be? Sebastian is dead. It couldn't bye anymore...  Always,in Preston arms, deeply inside of her mind, she try to figure why that was happenned and how on the Earth soemone could od a such thing to the young man that was her brother - the more soft and gently boy of the terroitory! Suddently, some lightningbolt make noise and light outside - the wind opened the window room and made the shutter knocked on the house.
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Post by Robert E. on Jun 1, 2008 11:02:59 GMT -5
 Just outside of the house, leaning under the windows moulding, Robert E was rain-soaked, starving and tired up. He run away few months now and the cousin of his late master still continue to run after him. Desesperatly, he try to slow his breath and make no sound until he can continue his walk far away of this place - he didn't knew what hapenned exactly, but the commotions around was not a good sign and if he was trapped, it could onyl be worse for him. |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Jun 2, 2008 11:38:45 GMT -5
Preston: Stay there Annabelle! He hurried towards the window and looked briefly into the darkness. He saw a sudden movement and tried to follow it with his eyes but soon nothing more could be seen or heard. He closed the window and turned around, looking at Annabelle, who seemed in shock over all these things happening around her.  Preston: The weather seems to have become worse. He looked around the room, searching for words, but it was difficult as his own pain burned him inside. Preston: Annabelle, of what’s happened tonight, I just want you to know that I will always be around whenever you need someone to talk to. You and Albert are strong and I know you both will be strong for each other in this situation. He went towards Annabelle and hugged her again. Shortly after he pointed with his right arm towards a sofa near by. Preston: Shall we sit?
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Annabelle Rose Emerson
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My memories are gone, but I keep hope to know who I am soon!
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Post by Annabelle Rose Emerson on Jun 2, 2008 13:14:53 GMT -5
 While Preston walked back toward her, Annabelle try to forget the thunder noise. She sat on hte cought, unsure on what will come now. Annabelle: Albert and Sebastian had a great chance to haev a friend like you Preston. She crossed her arms, her body tremulous in despite she hadn't cold. Annabelle: It was his favorite. She said while thinking ot her brother and glancing to a painting on the left wall of the room. She desesperatly try to stop her tears to come again, but it was difficult to contain. |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Jun 3, 2008 20:35:21 GMT -5
Preston turned his glance slowly in Annabelle’s direction, towards the painting on the wall. He looked at it few seconds before replying with a soft quiet grieving voice. Preston: It is beautiful… He swallowed hard while closing his eyes, taking in more pain with the tragic he had partly witnessed. He opened his eyes again and turned to face Annabelle. Preston: Sebastian was a fine man - one I was honored calling a friend. There were not many like your brother who I could rely on and find trustworthy. He glanced down, taking in a breath of sorrow that filled him inside.  Preston: I shall always remember him. He took Annabelle’s hand and held it gentle, showing his sympathy. |
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Annabelle Rose Emerson
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My memories are gone, but I keep hope to know who I am soon!
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Post by Annabelle Rose Emerson on Jun 4, 2008 7:18:26 GMT -5
Talking of Sebastian at the past broken more Annabelle heart at first. Annabelle: He wasn't like all this people there. Yes he did his studies like it was planned by father, but... he was a dreamer, innovator, also going to the West...  She stood up, walked toward a small table and pick-up the water flagon and pour a glass with the water. In her nervosity, the flagon dropped on the glass and rolled on the table - all water flooeded the table. She grinned few words to herself while trying to repair her mistake, always confuse. |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Jun 4, 2008 9:04:20 GMT -5
Preston stood up instantly and hurried over to Annabelle. He lifted the flagon up and gently made a comment to Annabelle, while putting his hand on her shoulder.
Preston: It’s alright..
He looked at all the water on the table and the glass Annabelle had intended filling with water.
Preston: If you want, I can go request for some more water.
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Annabelle Rose Emerson
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My memories are gone, but I keep hope to know who I am soon!
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Post by Annabelle Rose Emerson on Jun 8, 2008 13:42:58 GMT -5
For only answer, she nodded softly to Preston. She was pale and didn't felt well with all this emotions. Every seconds passing, she try to not broke in tears. Annabelle: Thank you, but you don't have to do all this, you know?  She walked back toward the cought for sat down again, while putting her hand on her forehead. |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Jun 9, 2008 17:47:43 GMT -5
Preston: It’s no trouble I assure you. Just wait here, I’ll be back as soon as possible. He walked quickly out the door and closed it gently behind him, while having the flagon in his hand. He walked calmly down the stairs, noticing everything was in deep silence. Not a single sound could be heard, except for his own footsteps. "Where is everyone" he thought while reaching the end of the stairs. He looked around feeling that they had probably all been sent home due to the accident that had happened. He walked down the hall and curiously took a peak into the enormous living room that a while ago had been filled with joyful guests, celebrating a joyful event. He shivered of the thought that this evening had turned into a nightmare. Why had this happened? Why had it happened to someone he knew and brought pain upon not only himself but his dear friends. His thought turned back on Annabelle who was waiting for him upstairs. "Ah the water" he said to himself while beginning to search for the kitchen. No servants were to be found so he had to acquire the water himself.  More time passed and Preston had been walking around the house for several minutes and was about to give up in search of the kitchen. Then he noticed a door at the end of the main hall being almost covered by the wall as it was built deep into it. He walked with hasty feet towards it and opened it slowly. "Finally" he thought when he realized he had found the place he had been seeking. He looked around trying to spot a cane or something similar that held water. He noticed a large cane on one of the tables and went towards it. He took a look inside and to his relief it was filled with pure water. He took it and began to pour some of the water into the flagon he had brought along. When having acquired the needed water he began to head out of the kitchen and onwards up the stairs to Annabelle. He walked quickly, knowing he had kept her waiting for quite a while now, but kept his movement steady, making sure not to spill any of the water he had collected. He finally reached the room Annabelle was waiting in and spoke quickly while having his glance on the water which he had retrieved. Preston: I’m sorry I took so long. I had a hard time finding the kitchen… (He stopped instantly and noticed Annabelle fast asleep on the couch where he had left her) Preston: Annabelle? He walked slowly further into the room, forgetting to close the door and went over to the counter to put the flagon there. He then moved slowly towards the couch where Annabelle laid. He could see that she had been crying as tears were on her cheeks. He sat down beside her without making the slightest sound and moved his hand towards her face, removing her tears with a soft gently touch.
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Post by Albert Emerson on Jun 11, 2008 13:25:15 GMT -5
Albert noticed the door open, windering if something wrong hapenned. Albert: How she is? But he didn't let time to Preston to answer, he walked quickly to the windows, to verify that it was well locked. Albert: A deputy from the Georgia was in the around. He follow a slave which murdered his master few months ago. Everything seem that it is the one which kill Sebastian too, maybe. We should not take a chance, with this weather, he could still around the house. But for not take a chance, all the workers are sent to their quarters until investigation start. Dr. Davison is the last to leave back in town. You can join him now if you want to return to the hotel for the night. He turned back to look at Preston an Annabelle. In fact, he wished that Preston not left for the hotel, Albert wasn't sure how to deal with the event - Annabelle was in such grief, but Sebastian still his friend during the last five years too, he wasn't sure how he could be really helpful for her.  |
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Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Jun 12, 2008 12:30:34 GMT -5
Preston looked at Albert with fear of what he just had been told. When it was mentioned the possibility of going back to the hotel for the night, Preston felt like he wanted more than ever to escape this time and place but somehow he couldn’t.
Preston: Yes I should probably leave, though I feel as if I can’t. You are my friends. We need to get through this together. I’d like to stay if you’d allow.
He looked down at Annabelle who didn’t seem to have awakened despite Albert’s presents.
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