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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 20:22:19 GMT -5
He looked back into the forest and made a face. He quickly dropped it and turned back to her. "You know, you said van Tassel was your uncle, perhaps he can let you stay at his manor for a night until we can get that body out of the woods near your home," he suggested.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 20:23:51 GMT -5
she nodded. and tried wipeing her hand of fon her already ruins dress, only geting her hand more filthy. she whimpered and rubed them on the grass.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 20:31:24 GMT -5
"Well, come on, then," he said standing up. He offered her his hand. "I'm certain you want to clean up from tonight's unfreindly happenings."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 20:32:52 GMT -5
she looked at his hand a moment and took it, letting him help her up. she let his hand go and smiled slightly."i got your hand dirty..."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 20:37:13 GMT -5
He smiled a little and looked at the reddish stuff on his hand. If he didn't think of it as blood it wasn't as gross. "Yes, but thankfully I can clean it," he said. He shrugged and held out his arm for her as a gentleman does for a lady to walk her back to the manor.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 20:38:56 GMT -5
she hesatated and shook her head."ill get your cloths dirty.."she said, twiching. she looked around and jumped when a bell rang telling them it was near three am. she took his arm.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 20:52:56 GMT -5
"Yes, I don't mind," He said. They walked together to the manor. Ichabod was greeted by quite a few people in their night clothes, this included house residents and servants. "At least it's warm in here," he muttered, feeling out of place to still be in his dayclothes.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 20:53:56 GMT -5
she nodded as her aunt fussed over her and puller her away to get cleaned up.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 21:02:27 GMT -5
As soon as he was back in his room he took off every article of clothing on his person that had blood on it. He ended up mistaking shadow for blood and ended up in his underclothes, buthe had another outift in his bag. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep, so he simply replaced his clothes for the next day. The next day he would give that body an autopsy, though he didn't want to. Now he understood, somewhat, his superiors' squeamishes about cutting up a dead person.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 21:05:43 GMT -5
Ginny was comanded to soak in a hot bath while her aunt burned the dress. that was fine with her. she scrubbed her arms, chest neck and face untill they were bright pink, muttering softly to herself. once squeeky clean she dressed in katrinas nightdress and sat in the study reading, sleep the last think on her mind
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 21:17:23 GMT -5
Ichabod sat at the desk in his room, looking at his notes. He looked at the word 'headless' and almost laughed. There's no such thing as a headless horseman. Then again, if there isn't then who is killing people. A thought suddenly occurred to him. If the clock struck three by the time they were walking home then the murder must've been comitted sometime near 2:30...2:32, perhaps? That would coalign with his dreams, but why? Why, damn it, why? He stood and picked up his notebook. He wrote down 2:32 with a question mark and sighed. The numbers seemed to be laughing at him. Or maybe he was just tired? Anyway, he threw the damned thing on the floor. The spine cracked and made a nice loud snap. A few pages broke free from their binding.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 21:22:19 GMT -5
she jumped and looked up at the ceeling. she went back to reading only to hear the footsteps again. annpued she grabed the fire poker, stood up on the chair and thumped the ceeling"cut it out grimlin" she saind, not knowing it was Ichabod paceing
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 21:26:57 GMT -5
It was Ichabod's turn to jump. He looked at the floor and wondered... Oh yes, Virginia must've been downstairs. "I'm a grimlin now?" he asked through the floor.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 21:28:34 GMT -5
she blinked and smiled."yes, you didnt give me a name good sir and normaly grimlins lurk in atttics."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 21:31:32 GMT -5
"Well, to be spared the title of Grimlin," he said, "My name is Ichabod Crane." He went out of his room and found the room directly below his. He knocked on the door.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 21:33:08 GMT -5
she opened the door."well then ichabod, ill still know you as grimlin"she teased. in a much better mood she walked to toe couch in front of the fireplace and sat down."come sit."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 22:03:32 GMT -5
"If you insist," he said entering and sitting down. "I suppose gremlin...but aren't they the little green men that collect all lost thing?"
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 22:11:42 GMT -5
"thos are borrowing. grimlins like to mess things up."she saimd smiled for once.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 22:13:12 GMT -5
"Ah," he said, "I guess a grimlin is more fitting than a borrower in my case."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 22:15:29 GMT -5
she giggled."you dont seem the typ to pourposly mess things up. and i was teasing about calling you grimlin. i suppose no one understands my humor."she looked at the fire.
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