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Post by Terrence Tao on Sept 28, 2009 22:25:40 GMT -5
The email... It couldn't be.. They where suppose to be safe! They where suppose to be safe! Why? How?! Was it all starting again? Terrence sat on the bed staring dumbly at the laptop. The email.. It told him an ex-slave had gone missing. How? A human couldn't kidnap them.. They where far too smart from living with Boogies. It was a warning.. It had to be! His paranoia from those three years where not helping him either. His body was getting better, but his mind wasn't. Over the three years he had spent in the boogie world, his body had gotten worse and worse, but when they came back, he was put into a hospital. Which was an odd expirence considering Kristopher wasn't the doctor. He quickly opened up another tab and went to a chat room site. He made the room, gave it a password, then went back to the tab with the email in it. He replied to it, sending the email to the all the other Wonderland slaves, or ex-slaves, with the link to the chatroom. It read: ' Easier and quicker way to talk:
wonderlandex.chat.com
Password: naelona ' Terrence leaned back in the sofa of the Foster home he was now in and took a deep breath as he went back to the chat room and signed in under the name ' BlueTerry '. He typed quickly:
BlueTerry: ' Hello? Anyone get the email? '((To avoid confusion, type all email or chat speak in bold)) |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Sept 29, 2009 13:38:04 GMT -5
Aione slammed the door shut as she ran into the colledge dorm, her heart pounding like a drummer on steroids. This couldn't be happening...couldn't be happening...not now. As she passed some of her new friends they waved, but she ignored them and kept running closer to the room they shared. Sori would still be in class, but she would tell him when he got back. If he wasn't already alert. Finally at her room, she rammed the lights on and locked the door before grabbing her laptop from her bag. She'd gotten the notice in the middle of her English classes.
One quick log-on and a slow loading later (dammed internet), Ai was back to her email. She kept re-reading the first line like the words would magically change. But they didn't. A slave, ex-slave, was gone. Vanished without a trace. Just like they all had a few years ago. "One down..." she whispered hoarsly, silver eyes glazed. Her shoulders tense, Aione jumped when a little noise notified that she had a new email. Her face brightened when she recognized the sender.
Click. Zuuup. Clickclickclick. She followed the link on the email and entered the password easily. Thank you Seikei Univeristy's tech department for getting her up-to-date with computers. After another long loading...I need to get a better connection...Ai was online with the chat. She entered her usual screenname and typed in a message of her own.
IndigoHigurashi: 'Hey Terry. It's Ai. I just got the news too. Are you okay?'
(Note: 'Ai' means 'Indigo' in Japanese. Little pun there.)
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 29, 2009 16:56:50 GMT -5
"what a nightmare..." the ebony man muttered, " 2 years of being back and everyone wants to dig into everything..." of course all of this was in French, for it was the natural language of the man who was coming up of 25. He reached up and pulled on the tie around his neck, pulling it off and slinging it over onto a leather chair in the modern-looking office. He was in the main building of his companies Japanese office, the bank was booming in the Asian countries, and therefor was the cause of this business trip.
A small nameplate stated who worked here, Augusta Davingoun; President of Jaunes Porte Bancaires. Or known in London as 'Golden Door Banking' which just happened to be a very prestigious banking chain, owned by the one and only son of the multi-billionaire, Édouard Davingoun. And Augy unbuttoned his pinstriped suit jacket and threw it over to the same chair and he walked around his desk and pulled open the curtains on his large windows to see a brilliant view of Tokyo.
A sigh came from him as he turned and slumped into his chair. He reached a hand over and pulled open his laptop, of course the newest and most advanced, a gift from the Japanese embassy. As it opened, two 'bings' erupted from it and as he unbuttoned the first tow buttons of his white dress shirt he leaned over the desk to look at it. And his heart skipped a beat, in a very bad way. He sat there for a good minute before the double-doors to his office opened and a small blond girl, known as Claire, stepped in a smiled at him. She was his secretary, she did everything he didn't have time to do. " Master Davingoun, your meeting with Prime Minister Hatoyama is in twenty minutes, we should---" she puased and tapped on the edge of the door, " Master Davingoun...?"
Augusta then looked up from the screen and frowned, " tell him I'll meet him another time... and... and go get me a bottle of Sake..." he said and put a hand on his temple. Claire took a step back, " But Sir... you don't drink Sake..." but when she didn't get a response she shuffled back out of the office and closed the door. After trying to get the horrible headache out of his head, he turned back to his computer, shifting a bit in his chair he clicked on the link to the chat-room and frowned.
MasterDavingoun: 'Oh, hello Aione, Terry. I guess we are not alone anymore...'
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Post by Piper Wren on Sept 29, 2009 17:33:22 GMT -5
Piper had been getting dressed in her large New York Apartment for her evening show when her computer loudly announced she had recieved an email. She glanced zipped up the back of the long, royal blue halterneck dress and wandered out of her room, over to where her laptop was open at her desk. When she clicked on the email and read the first few lines, Piper felt the colour drain from her face and she felt sick...one of Wonderland's ex-slave's had vanished?! That couldn't be right! They had gotten out! That was supposed to be the end of it!
'Oh god...'
She picked up her phone and called her agent, Michelle, who as always was fast to pick up, her strong New York accent a contrast to Piper's own voice.
"Heya sweetie, what's up?"
The young woman took a deep breath before replying, if she went out on that stage tonight with the thought, Piper would be seeing Boogies in the audience even if they were truly there or not.
"I'm ill...food poisoning..."
There was a worried gasp on the other end of the line but Piper decided to cut off Michelle before she could speak again, she needed to end this phone call quickly so she could make sure that everyone knew what had happened.
"Listen I need to go..."
Piper put the phone down and immediately logged into the chatroom under the name 'PiperSongbird' and typed quickly to let the others know she had gotten the message, it seemed that at the moment Augusta, Ai and Terry were the only ones currently online with knowledge of the email.
PiperSongbird: Just read the message...is everyone alright?!
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 29, 2009 18:07:41 GMT -5
A medical book was wide open and promptly resting upon the twenty year old Kristopher Roberts face. The boy had been sleeping for the past two hours after having fallen asleep while reading his text book over the detailed information over the nerve system. The sickly male had changed a bit over the years, his hair was much longer then before, now his blond curly/wavy locks came down to a bit past his shoulder blades and constantly in a braid. Kristopher wasn't as sickly as he used to be now that he had access to real medicines and official doctors who knew what the hell they where doing.
So Kristopher was in good health, granted he had a few pills and the like that he had to take almost everyday to keep himself running normally but it was worth it. His life had finally gotten better. The only light within his bedroom came from his alien laptop that sat on his bed next to him. The sounds of an email alerted sounded loudly through his room. He did not stir, it took about five minutes for the boy to actually realize what he was hearing.
At this moment, it was 11pm in London England, where Kristopher was currently studying the art of medicine, yes, he was aiming to actually be a doctor! (Thanks to scholar ships and help from Augusta.)
Waking up with a moan, he shoved the book off his face and flinched from the bright light to his left. He then peered at his clock, "Ugh, couldn't he wait to e-mail me later?" The blond moaned, thinking it was Augusta sending him a note that he would be on his way home soon. Sitting up in his bed and adjusting his white wife beater (yes, he finally grew out of long sleeve shirts), his tattooed arms reached out an pulled the device into his lap and with a few quick movements, he checked his email and opened it.
He was surprised it wasn't from Augusta. Blinking a few times and rubbing his green eyes, he read through the email and paled. "You got to be shitting me..." The blond shook his head and with some trouble, due to the fact that Kris was not very computer literate, he went into the chat room.
Krissy: That seriously better be a prank, its 11pm and I am tired as crap...
Leave it to Piper to make his Messenger account and make his user name "Krissy".
He then raised his green eyes and peered into the darkness. It took him a long time to get over his fear of darkness...and it seemed to be coming back. Quickly standing he reached over and turned on his Medusa lamp and aimed all the light at his bed.
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Post by Terrence Tao on Sept 29, 2009 19:07:05 GMT -5
Terrence stared at the screen blankly as he waited a ten minutes for someone to finally post. It was Ai, Terrence knew her from when she found him in the boogie world. She was the first person he had met thankfully. His hands danced over the keyboard silently as he typed out a reply to her.
' BlueTerry: I'm fine, for now '
He leaned back from the laptop silently, he would wait until others came on until he typed his worries. Terrence looked up as the door to the living room opened and the boy that was also living at this foster home walked in, he had dyed his hair pink.. Oh joy. The boy gave Terrence a ' shhh ' motion before sneaking upstairs. It was 11 PM after all.
His eyes turned back to the screen of the laptop as five minutes later Augusta posted. He sighed, it was taking too long. He ran a hand through his hair, which had grown, not long enough to be completely feminine, but well past his ears. Terrence sighed as his eyes glanced towards the piano. Damn it! This was not a good time for all this old muck to resurface, he was suppose to be playing at a concert tomorrow night. Now he would either have to cancel via playing sick or go and risk getting noticed by a boogie. Those boogies ruined everything.
When they found him unconscious in the parking lot that use to be an orphanage three years ago, they thought he was rape victim or something. It wasn't until they took him to the hospital and ran a search they saw he was a boy who had gone missing years earlier. At first, he spoke honestly about where he had been, but no one believed him. He spent six months in a mental hospital, and was released into a foster home. He then continued to travel from home to home, he'd been to over twelve different homes. Now, this home was planning on helping him get his piano carreer launched.
He blinked as Piper came on, then so did Kristopher. He sighed as he began to type quickly.
' BlueTerry: Don't think we ever were alone... '
' BlueTerry: I know Kristopher, we live in the same time zone, but, this isn't a prank. An ex-slave really did go missing. Now to figure out which boogie did it... Maybe Naelona, Iugo or Honest? '
A cold shiver went through his spine as he typed those names out. Many nightmares from all of them were present. Honest possessing him, Iugo kidnapping him from his dorm...
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Post by Gippal Hacker on Sept 29, 2009 21:00:29 GMT -5
A loud yawn broke through the silence of the otherwise silent apartment. That is, apart from the leaky faucet and squeaking of the mattress next door. It was late in the night, somewhere between ten and..some number Gippal's mind couldn't process at the moment.
Ever since being "discharged" from Wonderland, the blonde had lived a decent life. Full of booze, gambling, and naturally sex. Only thing was, a relationship was something he was severely lacking in. This being because he still held more-than-fond feelings for a certain raven-haired beauty he met in Wonderland. If anything good came from coming to that place, that sure was it.
Of course, that didn't mean his life back here was any better. If anything, it might just have gotten worse. Upon returning, he made it a personal goal to find his once home. Once there however, there was a sight he really wished he didn't see.
His mother was a wreck, more so than ever. She was skin and bones, hair falling out in tufts and skin paler than the snow. As he walked through the door, determined to aid his mother once again, she instantly went into a frenzy. Throwing things, hitting him, and above all else screaming. She claimed she had killed her son, that Gippal didn't exist anymore. At the time, he had been thoroughly shocked, trying to reassure her he was very much alive. It did no good however, and Gippal later learned that, despite his insistent voice telling her she had only'cause that's not a big deal locked him in a closet, she didn't kill him. She refused to believe this however, and in her mind there was no room for argument.
And so, realizing he wouldn't be able to live there, Gippal took up residence in the only apartment in the city.
Shaking the thoughts from his mind, the teen (now adult)'s bleary eyes gazed at the bright screen before him. His shoulders were slumped, and contrary to his usual attire, were draped in simple cotton pajamas. His eyepatch stayed in place however, concealing the blind eye from sight.
Raising a hand to his cheek, Gippal scratched it absentmindedly, right hand sliding the mouse around and watching it zoom across the screen. Sure, he'd received that email about a slave disappearing. Oh, and hell yeah, it bothered him. Hence his ridiculously high electric bill; he wasn't taking any chances in the dark.
A small chime alerted him and, lips forming into a bored "O", the cursor clicked on the email alert. He waited patiently, fingers drumming on the wooden desk until the page opened. A green orb skimmed over the majority of it, pausing only to glance at the link provided.
"Huh," he muttered, tapping left mouse button, "weird.."
Before him was a large chatroom, dedicated to the purpose of..An eyebrow cocked. Really? The ex-slaves were getting together? Well if that isn't just baiting the boogies..
"Guess I gotta join, though," he sighed, tiredly lifting his other hand to type in a username. 'Uhhh... Ahah!" A small grin tugged at his lips and, happily, he entered the desired title in.
Uncle Gippy:Never fear~ Gippal's here. ;3 [/b][/blockquote] |
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 29, 2009 21:10:39 GMT -5
Kristopher yawned sleeply and blinked away his tiredness. Leaning his head back on the head board, he watched as others joined in. Smiling lightly, he typed.
Krissy: Hey Gippal, Piper, Ai, and Augusta *huggles*
Krissy: Well isn't that great. . .so any ideas to why the ex-slave went missing? I mean, what if he just ran away? I don't see why the boogies would come back for the guy...wasn't he past 21? Aren't you safe then?
Kristopher did not like this, not one bit and being alone right now didn't help him. He kept looking up into the darkness about his bed, feeling uneasy and afraid he might actually see someone. So, he turned on his TV with his remote, trying to get some sound in his room, take his mind off things.
Krissy: This is just creepy...
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Post by Piper Wren on Sept 29, 2009 21:19:32 GMT -5
Piper read Kristopher's input to the conversation and bit her bottom lip, feeling a chill creep over her skin, briefly she got up and pulled a hoody over her evening dress to keep her bare arms warm...it seemed she was going to be here a while tonight and seeing Gippal's name was nice, she had called a few times but the long distance was so expensive...anyway, she had more important things to worry about than that right now.
PiperSongbird: I know, I think it's because they had a hold on us before we turned 21, that might be why they can reclaim us...it's a scary thought.
The young woman made sure all the lights were on in her apartment...she was taking no chances tonight or any night. Piper fiddled with the sleeve of her black hoody and glanced over at her phone, wondering if she should call someone...being here alone was making her nervous, none of her 'ordinary' friends knew about her time in Wonderland and would think her crazy if she told them.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 29, 2009 22:31:40 GMT -5
Augusta shifted again, he started to worry about Kristopher but before he knew it, Piper and Kris were typing away. He blinked for a second and smiled. It had been a month since he had seen one of Piper's performances, but just the presence of him made her more popular. Good thing to, he believed Piper really had something going for her.
The blond girl came back with a bottle of Sake and the small little cups that came with it. He sat down the bottle and then handed him the French newspaper. She smiled, " Look who got front on the business page again Sir." she smiled, " Seems their calling you the new da Vinchi of Banking. " She said and poured him a small cup of the alcohol. And sure enough, there was his picture, one were he was giving a press conference in Paris. He frowned and downed the cup of Sake quickly.
MasterDavingoun: It might not even matter what age you are, I only remember that I didn't age over 21 there. But I rarely saw people over 21 there, there were a select few.
Augusta poured himself another cup of Sake after the girl left. He pushed the newspaper of his desk and took of his glasses. He put them back on and sighed.
Master Davingoun: But, I've never heard a story of a child getting pulled into Wonderland in the light. I remember that it was dark when I was taken... maybe the light bothers them, have any of you heard a story were a child has been taken during the day?
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Sept 30, 2009 10:02:20 GMT -5
More and more people logged on, and Ai was glad to recognize the names. Some students called from her door, asking what was wrong. "I'm fine guys! Just a...family thing." She didn't open the door to respond. After all, her voice could sound even, but her eyes would give her away. After an anxious glance at the cell-phone on her desk, Sori's class should've ended by now...what's taking him so long? she returned to her the laptop on her pillow. I shouldn't worry. Sori never really had a master, and we're over 21 now. He's safe.
Right?
It was difficult enough trying to get her degree in psycology (her current intrest), but if it turned out that the Boogies were after them again, there'd be no end to the nightmares. What if Iugo tried to get her? ...or worse, Darion. Ai's blood went cold as Darion's face reappeared in her mind. She hadn't felt this terrified since she'd returned to the human world, just outside her window. If Darion got into the human world, he'd go after her and Sori for sure. But would he stop at the twins...?
Memories and nightmares pushed aside, Ai leaned back towards her laptop. Her black bangs got in her eyes as she typed.
IndigoHigurashi: I remember these stories my parents used to tell me as a kid. They said the 'Boogie Man' only came out at night because the sun hurt him. Maybe Boogie's can't go into the light. Maybe it hurts them, like in the old fairytales.
IndigoHigurashi: And if age doesn't matter, then why are we still here? What took them so long to start trying to get us back?
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Post by Kyle Roberts on Sept 30, 2009 16:04:06 GMT -5
Like all of the others, Kyle had moved on with his life. And like his brother, who he hadn't seen since Christmas last year, he was living his dream. Ever since they had made it back to this several years ago, he'd been living together with Sarah and the twins. They had briefly stopped in their hometown, so that Kyle could grab the savings he'd hidden all those years ago, then they'd left and never looked back. Now they were officially married, and they had their own place out by the mountains. Half a world away from where Kris now was, but that was fine. He had his own life with Augusta to live.
At this moment Kyle was standing in front of the stove with a frying pan in his hand, fixing breakfast for the twins. He hummed happily to himself as he flipped the bacon, leaning over and twirling the beater to finish scrambling the eggs. Just as he was about to check on the biscuits he heard a ding coming from the living room. A moment later and Krista was yelling at him. "Daaaadyyyyy!! You've got a emaaaaaail!" With a curious expression on his face he turned off the stove and stepped away from it, making his way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Must be from Kris. Wonder how that school of his is working out... That was really the only person he could think of. He was still as anti-social as ever and so he only had a few people that knew his email. To be honest he hadn't even gotten the computer for himself, he had gotten it because the twins had wanted one for their birthday. He hardly ever used the thing, leaving it for them to play around on.
Krista got up and ran off to do something or other as he sat down, staring blankly at the screen for a few minutes before his pride finally gave in. "Krista?" "Yes daddy?" "Can you come here for a minute?" A few moments later and the sound of tiny feet could be heard, the small girl catapulting into the room seconds later. "What is it daddy?" He paused for a moment as the girl looked at him quizzically, unable to swallow his pride. Eventually though he gave up, sighing as he smiled at her weakly. "Umm... Can you show me how to do it again?" She grinned at him, unaware of his embarrassment as she chirped. "Sure daddy!" She stood on her tiptoes as she leaned over him, taking the mouse in one hand as she went through the motions. "First you have to click this, then this, then that one, and then you put this in, and you click on the email. Easy!" She smiled at him victoriously, immensely proud that she could help her daddy like a big girl. Her duty done she made her exit, giving him a peck on the cheek before racing back out of the room.
He smiled as he watched her leave, his heart full of warm contentment. But then he turned back and saw the words that were on the computer screen, and his blood ran cold. Right there in front of him, it was saying that they were in danger. The boogies were back. And not only did that mean danger for the ex slaves like he and Sarah, but it meant that their children were in danger as well. That more than anything terrified him unlike anything he'd ever known. And so he just sat there frozen, unable to bring himself to believe what he was reading.
"Daddy The biscuits are burning!!" Blair's voice broke him out of his daze somewhat, but not enough for him to hear what the small boy was saying. He immediately clicked on the link in the email, slowly bumbling his way through the sign up and sign in processes. Eventually he managed to get in, seeing to his surprise that quite a few people were already there. Glancing down at the keyboard, he slowly punched in his message.
Mr.Mom: Kris? Whats going on here? This can't be for real right?
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Post by Sin Dre'vis on Sept 30, 2009 18:33:46 GMT -5
Kristopher Roberts was going to get the shock of his life...
Someone had been watching him while he slept, that someone was a certain Boogie named Sin.
The room had been dark enough for Sin to appear in the blackest corner and he leaned against the wall, a smirk spreading over his face, Sin hadn't seen Kristopher for a long time but he hadn't forgotten when Kris had belonged to him for a brief amount of time, hearing that boy scream had always been so satisfying. It seemed he was chatting away online, how cute. The boogie manifested his double who slunk over to the lamp and yanked the cord out of it so the room was plunged into darkness.
"Guess who, Blondie?"
Sin's voice was a gloating purr as he approached Kristopher, his double got onto the bed behind Kristopher. There was no way out.
"Miss me?"
Both said in unison, they weren't here to take Kristopher just yet...only to have a little fun.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 30, 2009 18:47:52 GMT -5
IndigoHigurashi: I remember these stories my parents used to tell me as a kid. They said the 'Boogie Man' only came out at night because the sun hurt him. Maybe Boogie's can't go into the light. Maybe it hurts them, like in the old fairytales.
IndigoHigurashi: And if age doesn't matter, then why are we still here? What took them so long to start trying to get us back?
Mr.Mom: Kris? Whats going on here? This can't be for real right?
Kris shook his head, not sure what to say to all of this and so he sighed.
Krissy: I have no idea guys. I am rather confused on the matter."
Krissy: And----" He hit enter to early and did not add to his sentence as his medusa lamp suddenly moved. Startled the mboy looked up only to see it get yoinked out of the room and lave him in total darkness.
The blond's hands freezed over the keys and he scanned the room as his fingers typed.
Krissy:...guys.........
"Guess who, Blondie?"
Kristopher jumped a bit, he knew that voice and he was sitting up straight suddenly, the laptop almost slipping off his lap. God, he knew that voice and he could live without ever hearing it again! The blond turned his head only to see the Double being right there. Kristopher, wide eyed jumped and went to move, his laptop getting unplugged but it still had a good battery, but he knocked himself out of the conversation window.
Krissy has signed out appeared in the chat room.
"Miss me?"
"Oh fuck!" He declared in the darkness, really wishing he had a flash light, becuase it was hard to use the laptop light to scare away a boogie with a double!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 30, 2009 19:09:19 GMT -5
Augusta watched as Kyle signed on, good thing he was doing alright too. Even though he never really liked Kristopher's sibilings, he would never wish them harm.
MasterDavingoun: I think it is for real Kyle, unfortunatly
Augusta downed anoher cup of Sake and sighed. He shifted in his chair, leaning back. The sky got dark and the brights lights of downtown Tokyo satrted turning on, as well as the lights in his office. He sat there trying to wrap his head around it. Boogies, he hadn't thought about them in so long... he had tried to get them out of his head...
Krissy:...guys.........
Augusta sat up, he looked at the screen and clicked away, MasterDavingoun: Kris? Everything okay? and the next minute it said kristopher had signed out. And the ebony-haired man assumed the worst. " Kris...?" he said, not really understanding what his mind was telling him.
MasterDavingoun has signed out
The blond girl, Claire, Augusta's secretary then heard a loud scream and stood quickly, there was a smash of ceramics and she walked to the door only to have it swing open in her face. She screamed at the man who threw himself out the door. She grabbed around the mans waist and dragged him down to the floor. Caire was no wrestler, but she was warned that Augusta still wasn't 'right' even after his sessions with the therapist.
Soon the yelling became crying and then useless sobbing and muttering. Claire looked at her boss and frowned, the only thing he said was the name of his boyfriend Kristopher. She frowned, " Master Davingoun, whats wrong?" and al she got was, " K--Kristopher H--he's... I-I need.... t-ticket... p--please..." And Claire didn't understand she sat up, " Master, please.... even if there was something wrong... it would take at least 5 hours... " she said softly, " just call your fathers service, they'll go there and they will be faster by the train..."
But Claire ended up calling Augusta's father 'secret' service for the ebony-haired man. But even by the Eurostar, it would take three hours to get there from the Davingoun Estate in Paris.
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