Esme
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Post by Esme on Feb 24, 2009 0:00:41 GMT -5
Nothing.
The only sound that reached her ears was the sound of her own heels, clicking gently against the tile out of the bathroom and into the bar. As she had thought, no one was there. She was alone in this room as well. She turned to glance about her surroundings, muttering a soft word of awe at how impossibly clean it all was, for a place that seemed abandoned.
Esme stepped forward to the bar itself, leaning over it to look at the various bottles, some untouched, others only half full... It was quite eerie, though she pushed the thought from her mind. Someone had to be here, somewhere. Esme closed her eyes, and she could see them. Dancing, laughing, playing...having fun. She felt the passion, the lust in the air. It was hard to miss... She opened her eyes and turned her back to the bottles. She'd never been one for drinking anyhow.
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Post by Esme on Feb 24, 2009 0:32:05 GMT -5
"Hum...what to do..." she made her way slowly around the room, which to her seemed rather large for being just a bar, stopping at the slightest hint of something interesting. Paintings, ornaments... she finally stopped at a statue of a man, dark and thoughtful. She stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He looked like no one in particular, as most statues she had seen. She tilted her head to the side, trying to get in his line of "view", as she saw it.
Taking a step closer, she looked around the room, though she knew if someone were there she would definitely hear them. She reached out to touch the cool marble of which he was made, running her fingers along his hard chest, and down his abdomen. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, picturing in her mind what he may look like were he alive.
"Ouvrez les yeux, ma chérie"
Esme opened her eyes wide to look at the man before her, standing right where the statue was only moments before, now nowhere to be seen. She said nothing, only studied his face... was she dreaming? Awake, and dreaming? This had happened to her before, but were mostly only brief glimpses of future events. This was nothing like the some telepathic visions she had experienced in the past.
He smiled. "Avez-vous peur?"
She shook her head.
"Je suis appelé Gabriel ... je vous attend, beau."
With that, he took her hand gently in his and led her to the next room. (cont. in VIP)
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