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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 23:39:02 GMT -5
She smiled, closing the door behind her. "What kind of show are you looking for?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 23:45:54 GMT -5
::As soon as the door closed, Pietro's expression became one of anger and righteous indignation, which he had been holding back. He had no desire to be thrown out of this establishment for making a public scene.:: "The kind of show where you tell me how long you've been cheating on the man who took you in."
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 23:47:49 GMT -5
His words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she stood there, shocked. Then it suddenly clicked. "Pietro?" she asked incredulously. What on earth was he doing here?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 23:49:32 GMT -5
::Pietro's hands curled into fists by his sides. It disgusted him, keeping Uncle at home, crippled and unaware, while she went off and flirted with everyone and anyone.:: "You just wanted his money."
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 23:50:45 GMT -5
"That's not it at all," she argued fiercely, expression souring. He had no idea what he was talking about.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 23:53:37 GMT -5
::Pietro was on her in a flash, had her back up against the wall. He'd been cursed with a vivid imagination, despite his lack of whimsy, and it made for nauseating images.:: "Does it arouse you, to think of him all alone while you parade around this way for money?"
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 23:56:13 GMT -5
"No!" she argued. He pinned her against the wall, and she struggled, though he was stronger than she. "It's not like that. I hate it!" And it was true; she hated it, but she couldn't stop herself. She was spiraling in a whirlpool of self-hatred because of this. And she couldn't stop.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 23:57:20 GMT -5
"If you hate it, stop," ::Pietro had a singular view of morality, one that existed purely of personal accountability. He didn't believe her, that she hated it; she smiled too much for that.:: "Or I'll tell him."
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 23:59:54 GMT -5
"I can't stop," she growled. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I just can't stop." That was when something inside her broke. Her composure was gone, and a flow of tears replaced it. She stopped fighting, lying limply against the wall as he continued to pin her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:03:17 GMT -5
::An answer came to Pietro's mind immediately, along the lines of, "You are a gold-digging harlot" but the tears momentarily deterred him. Until he remembered that some could cry on command.:: "Get help, but if you play him like a fool again, I'll be sure you're banished from the mansion."
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:10:56 GMT -5
She nodded, not even bothering to wipe her tears; she felt so low. "I don't want to do this to him, I don't. I can't help it. I just...can't stay with one person. I've done it before, with Erik." But that had been a long time ago.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:12:26 GMT -5
::The mere thought of anyone with his father, particularly her, made the bile rise in Pietro's throat, and he hated her for giving him the mental image. Without thinking, he backhanded her, for the thought and the sentiment behind it.:: "Everyone deserves a monogamous partner."
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:15:06 GMT -5
His backhand was unexpected and not; she should have known he would do that, and yet it made her feel like her eye was going to explode from the socket. Completely broken, she sagged against his arms, sobbing. He was right, and she felt even lower for the truth coming from him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:17:57 GMT -5
::Pietro did not deal well with tears that were not his sister's, and it was an uncomfortable situation, her weeping in light of this. He released the collar of her shirt, so she was no longer confined, and he stepped back.:: "Don't do this again, or I will tell him."
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:21:52 GMT -5
She sank down to her knees, no longer being held up by him. Her form rippled and then held once more, distressed like she was. "I will tell him," she said softly, in between sobs.
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