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If She Had the Proper Words...
1 review“And just what is coming to her then?” The young man spun around and looked at her in shock.
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Blanche stepped in from the cold dark into the warm golden glow of the many gas lamps that lit Ingrid's spacious house. With a nervous smile she straightened out the dark green folds of her skirt before she looked about for Harold. Her search was cut short, however, when her attention was caught by JR. She gave him a warm smile as she crossed the room to him. “JR! So good to see you tonight!” He gave her a small smile as he took her hand, “Always a pleasure to see you as well, Blanche.” She noticed the weariness in his face, “Something wrong?”
He nodded slightly before he replied again, the iron rims of his goggles flashing in time with the movement as the dull metal caught the light. It was not such a strange sight for the citizens of Peaktown to observe that the members of the League still insisted on having certain items on them even at formal occasions. “Ah, there was a death in the family recently and we got the news yesterday.” Blanche patted his shoulder in sympathy, “I'm sorry to hear that JR, how's Crackitus and the Mrs. Potts?”
“Well enough,” he replied. “He's over there getting the ROSE started up with the Professor.” Blanche excused herself and made her way to the burly frame of Mr. Potts and the tall, slim frame of Professor Jager. “Get your hands out there you're going to throw off one of the cogs!” The agitated inventor of the ROSE stood behind the life-size wind up doll as he watched his leader fiddle around in the opening of ROSE's back.
She watched the two men as they bickered and finally got the doll running. ROSE was always appreciated as a light form of entertainment with her enchanting dances and her hollow-voiced singing. Many guests stood in an enchanted circle as they watched the spectacle. Blanche allowed her gaze to drift across the room as she again wondered where her fiance was, she had still yet to greet him that night. As she surveyed the party her eyes caught on the dark form of a young man watching the festivities. His black eyes swept the area around him as he leaned against the entry way with his arms crossed. There was something off about his appearance, like the paleness of his skin did not look quite pasty but also somewhat translucent...
Her thoughts were suddenly snatched away in a different direction as she finally saw Harold walk into the spacious, yet crowded room. She ignored the sweet music of the doll as she stared in confusion at the woman who held onto the mayor's arm. She was beautiful, elegant, and well-dressed in her stunning red silk dress. Blanche glanced down at her own, comparatively plain dress feeling suddenly small and inconsequent. The woman who was with Harold must have been Ingrid's friend, Mary, as Blanche did not recognize her and the guest had a big-city air about herself, with her perfectly powdered complexion and black ringlets.
Blanche looked away in agitation, feeling inferior to a woman that she couldn't help but acknowledge as competition the way she was holding on to the mayor. The couple approached and began to converse with Crackitus, all the while ignoring the meek young woman. Blanche only listened partially as she was shoved past so often that she soon ended up on the outside of the group. “Ah, here's a picture of my nephew if you'd like to see it.” She tried to get a glimpse as the Leaguer showed a picture of his now famous nephew, but it was to no avail. She couldn't even see the nucleus of the group that held Mary, Mr. Potts, and the mayor.
“Why Miss Mary, are you alright?” Again she craned to see, but all she got was a brief look at the distress and shock that crossed Mary's face. “Uh yes, I'm... I'm fine. I uh, I know him!” Blanche was not the only one to be interested by this. “You must have been close to Brennan then to react so strongly!”
Mary hesitated a moment as she suddenly noticed how many eyes were now on her. “Yes, I did know him...” she began, “and we were close... he was my fiance!” The young woman began to cry. “I had not known he was dead! Oh what a way to find out!” She threw herself onto Harold's shoulder as the nucleus increased in density around her.
Blanche couldn't help but feel sympathy for the woman. She couldn't help but feel claustrophobic as well. She turned away from the crowd and as she set course for the porch outside, she couldn't help but notice the strange young man already heading there.
Tentatively she followed him outside and stood quietly a few feet away, not wanting to yet disrupt the man before. He clasped the porch railings in a white knuckled grip as he muttered angrily to the night. “She's going to get it, I swear to God she well get it! She thinks she can get away with it, but she won't! I'll give it to her right good I will... She's gonna get what's coming to her.”
Blanche raised an eyebrow as she stepped towards him. “And just what is coming to her then?” The young man spun around and looked at her in shock. “Forget I asked,” Blanche quickly amended, thinking that she had been rude. Again, the man stared blankly at her. She stared back. He was handsome, to be sure... but he looked decidedly a tad on the manic side. His brown eyes stared wide at her and his dark hair seemed to stick out with an energy of its own. “Are you alright?” She queried.
“I'm fine,” he whispered. “You can see me?” The words seemed to be forced from his lips as though it was the most dreaded question he could ask.
“Of course I can! You're standing right in front of me aren't you?” Blanche laughed nervously. Before he could reply she continued on, “Well! There's a party going on inside, no use standing out here!” She turned quickly and walked away, feeling ludicrous and ignoring the strange man's cries for her to wait.
She stepped back into the warm light and saw an opening in a conversation with Mr. Potts. She took the opportunity to finally see the picture of his dead nephew and happily he showed her the print. Familiar dark eyes stared out at her from the sepia coloured image, and the strangest of feelings overcame her as fainted.
A/N: You know I love you guys. =) That's why I wrote this so fast compared to all the other chapters! Show love too, keep reading and drop me a comment to let me know how I'm doing! Also, If you don't know who Crackitus is or what the ROSE is, look up "league of steam" on youtube, great stuff. They were also the extras in the music video for Ballad of Mona Lisa.
FUN FACT: Brennan is celtic for "teardrop"! How amazingly epic is it that Brendon's irish name that I chose for him has the PERFECT meaning! (Thanks to Eryn for the link to the baby names)
He nodded slightly before he replied again, the iron rims of his goggles flashing in time with the movement as the dull metal caught the light. It was not such a strange sight for the citizens of Peaktown to observe that the members of the League still insisted on having certain items on them even at formal occasions. “Ah, there was a death in the family recently and we got the news yesterday.” Blanche patted his shoulder in sympathy, “I'm sorry to hear that JR, how's Crackitus and the Mrs. Potts?”
“Well enough,” he replied. “He's over there getting the ROSE started up with the Professor.” Blanche excused herself and made her way to the burly frame of Mr. Potts and the tall, slim frame of Professor Jager. “Get your hands out there you're going to throw off one of the cogs!” The agitated inventor of the ROSE stood behind the life-size wind up doll as he watched his leader fiddle around in the opening of ROSE's back.
She watched the two men as they bickered and finally got the doll running. ROSE was always appreciated as a light form of entertainment with her enchanting dances and her hollow-voiced singing. Many guests stood in an enchanted circle as they watched the spectacle. Blanche allowed her gaze to drift across the room as she again wondered where her fiance was, she had still yet to greet him that night. As she surveyed the party her eyes caught on the dark form of a young man watching the festivities. His black eyes swept the area around him as he leaned against the entry way with his arms crossed. There was something off about his appearance, like the paleness of his skin did not look quite pasty but also somewhat translucent...
Her thoughts were suddenly snatched away in a different direction as she finally saw Harold walk into the spacious, yet crowded room. She ignored the sweet music of the doll as she stared in confusion at the woman who held onto the mayor's arm. She was beautiful, elegant, and well-dressed in her stunning red silk dress. Blanche glanced down at her own, comparatively plain dress feeling suddenly small and inconsequent. The woman who was with Harold must have been Ingrid's friend, Mary, as Blanche did not recognize her and the guest had a big-city air about herself, with her perfectly powdered complexion and black ringlets.
Blanche looked away in agitation, feeling inferior to a woman that she couldn't help but acknowledge as competition the way she was holding on to the mayor. The couple approached and began to converse with Crackitus, all the while ignoring the meek young woman. Blanche only listened partially as she was shoved past so often that she soon ended up on the outside of the group. “Ah, here's a picture of my nephew if you'd like to see it.” She tried to get a glimpse as the Leaguer showed a picture of his now famous nephew, but it was to no avail. She couldn't even see the nucleus of the group that held Mary, Mr. Potts, and the mayor.
“Why Miss Mary, are you alright?” Again she craned to see, but all she got was a brief look at the distress and shock that crossed Mary's face. “Uh yes, I'm... I'm fine. I uh, I know him!” Blanche was not the only one to be interested by this. “You must have been close to Brennan then to react so strongly!”
Mary hesitated a moment as she suddenly noticed how many eyes were now on her. “Yes, I did know him...” she began, “and we were close... he was my fiance!” The young woman began to cry. “I had not known he was dead! Oh what a way to find out!” She threw herself onto Harold's shoulder as the nucleus increased in density around her.
Blanche couldn't help but feel sympathy for the woman. She couldn't help but feel claustrophobic as well. She turned away from the crowd and as she set course for the porch outside, she couldn't help but notice the strange young man already heading there.
Tentatively she followed him outside and stood quietly a few feet away, not wanting to yet disrupt the man before. He clasped the porch railings in a white knuckled grip as he muttered angrily to the night. “She's going to get it, I swear to God she well get it! She thinks she can get away with it, but she won't! I'll give it to her right good I will... She's gonna get what's coming to her.”
Blanche raised an eyebrow as she stepped towards him. “And just what is coming to her then?” The young man spun around and looked at her in shock. “Forget I asked,” Blanche quickly amended, thinking that she had been rude. Again, the man stared blankly at her. She stared back. He was handsome, to be sure... but he looked decidedly a tad on the manic side. His brown eyes stared wide at her and his dark hair seemed to stick out with an energy of its own. “Are you alright?” She queried.
“I'm fine,” he whispered. “You can see me?” The words seemed to be forced from his lips as though it was the most dreaded question he could ask.
“Of course I can! You're standing right in front of me aren't you?” Blanche laughed nervously. Before he could reply she continued on, “Well! There's a party going on inside, no use standing out here!” She turned quickly and walked away, feeling ludicrous and ignoring the strange man's cries for her to wait.
She stepped back into the warm light and saw an opening in a conversation with Mr. Potts. She took the opportunity to finally see the picture of his dead nephew and happily he showed her the print. Familiar dark eyes stared out at her from the sepia coloured image, and the strangest of feelings overcame her as fainted.
A/N: You know I love you guys. =) That's why I wrote this so fast compared to all the other chapters! Show love too, keep reading and drop me a comment to let me know how I'm doing! Also, If you don't know who Crackitus is or what the ROSE is, look up "league of steam" on youtube, great stuff. They were also the extras in the music video for Ballad of Mona Lisa.
FUN FACT: Brennan is celtic for "teardrop"! How amazingly epic is it that Brendon's irish name that I chose for him has the PERFECT meaning! (Thanks to Eryn for the link to the baby names)
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