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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:23:28 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; admission was the most honorable of the available possibilities. It was not pity or sympathy which motivated him to make the offer, but rather his loyalty to his Uncle.:: "I can drive you back."
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:26:35 GMT -5
She nodded silently. Standing up, she wiped her eyes. "Let me get my coat," she said quietly, heading to the door. She would meet him outside shortly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:27:50 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly and stepped from the room into the corridor which led to the main show room. He would wait there for her to join him, lest she try to sneak off.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:29:13 GMT -5
Going to the back, she ignored the jokes and jeers from the other girls, about how much money she'd made already, or why she was quitting so early in the night. She pulled the money out and stuffed it into her coat pockets, then got dressed. Buttoning up her coat, she walked into the main room. With a few quick words with her manager, she went up to Pietro.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:30:06 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced at her; she was dressed now, disguised fully again. It was easier that way. Beside her, he began walking towards the exit.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:34:10 GMT -5
She began walking with him, feeling her shame truly settle on her for the first time. Of course she had to tell Charles; how could she live with herself if she didn't come clean?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:39:26 GMT -5
::The trip to the Acura was a moderately brief one; Pietro had parked close to the club. He opened the doors as was habit, and waited until she was inside before he shut the door, and circled around to the driver's side. He had nothing else to say to her, and thus he started the engine in silence.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:42:13 GMT -5
She was glad he said nothing more to her, because she wasn't sure she had anything to say to him. Already her cheek was throbbing, and she knew it'd bruise. After buckling herself in, she leaned against the door, which was locked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:43:35 GMT -5
::Pietro began what would be an excruciatingly long drive, maneuvering the Acura from the parking spot onto the street, in the direction of uptown.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:45:26 GMT -5
Mystique knew how long it would take for the drive home, and yet she continued to stay silent. Tears stung her eyes once more, as rain began to patter lightly on the windshield.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:47:33 GMT -5
::Pietro saw her eyes well up; she would begin sobbing again soon. With one hand on the wheel, the other reached across the seat to tap the glove compartment. Door opening, a box of tissues was revealed.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:50:32 GMT -5
She saw the box of tissues, and took them gratefully. "Thanks," she murmured, dabbing her tears. Though they would not stop, no matter what.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:51:58 GMT -5
"Nichts," ::Pietro replied noncommittally, before he turned his attention back to the road. They were nearing the entrance for the highway; as usual, he sped as best he could.::
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Post by Mystique on Apr 1, 2008 0:56:04 GMT -5
She continued to dab at her tears, willing to keep herself under control. She was doing the right thing; she just had to wait until they got home.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2008 0:56:55 GMT -5
::The hour passed between Manhattan and the mansion, and soon Pietro drove them through the gates and up the long driveway. He stopped the car at the front entrance, to drop her off.::
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