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So far, we've had Charlotte, Fredrik, and Carl-Magnus RPing... But here's what's been happening (Note: This is all in order of when it's sent to the list)
FROM: Amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte sits at the table, head tilted to her left and eyes peering
towards her right. She is currently thinking, possibly devising up a plan of
some sort. A small grin appears on her face, "Aha... that would be
amusing.." she says to herself. Then she takes a sip of her tea, waiting for
her husband to arrive.
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
Carl-Magnus bursts through the door and says "We have one hour. Count it
one hour together."
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"One hour... hmm... last time it was 45 minutes... I'm gaining at least some
ground." She grins for a second, then returns to her usual solemn/sarcastic
ways, "How was your week, dear?"
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"Really Charlotte, how do you think it went! What are you expecting me to
say "oh it was fine... but I quit the army and became a ballerina" Truly
Charlotte you ARE an idiot. Where is my damn breakfast!"
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"Oh yes dear, I absolutely expect you to say that... ballerinas are soo
amusing... I wasn't quite sure when to expect you home..." Then a maid comes
and sets Carl-Magnus' breakfast before him... "There it is, dear."
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"This is cold! I wanted hot oatmeal You are fired!" he hollers off at the
maid!
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte doesn't look in the least bit surprised about Carl-Magnus'
treatment of the maid, "You had a worse than usual week, haven't you? Or
perhaps there was an unexpected guest at Miss Desiree Armfeldt's? Ah yes..
how is Miss Desiree? In good health, I trust."
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"A guest why would there be a guest! Ha! I was going to check up ms.
Armfeldt in an hour or so."
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"Ah.. I see..." She ruffles with her cloth, searching her mind for the next
item to say... "A famous woman can have.. only so many... boys..." She fades
out, her head tilted, eyes peering to the opposite direction...
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"Yes Charlotte whatever..." said the Count paying NO attention to her. "I
must be going to Desiree's. You are a good wife Charlotte... the best"
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"That is a.. very comforting thought, dear. Perhaps I'll visit Marta, or
some old school friends... Do enjoy yourself." The last sentence is said
with more sarcasm than expected out of Charlotte. She folds up her cloth and
stands up.
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
After Carl-Magnus got out of his car (let's just skip the talk about him
getting in and riding the car) he went up to Desiree's dressing room and
knocked 3 times.
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
Countess Charlotte Malcolm reaches the enchanting house of the
Egerman's, and knocks on the door a few times. She stands, awaiting for
someone to answer the door... (like Todd I'm skipping the ride...)
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
Frederick opened the door and said "May I help you.."
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte stands in front of Fredrik, on the doorstep, "I am Countess
Charlotte Malcolm... is Anne home?"
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"No she isn't" said Fredrick... "may I
ask why the beautiful lady is asking for her?"
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"Oh, I merely wanted to visit her, and say hi... she was dear friends with
my younger sister, Marta... you must be Anne's husband?" Charlotte speaks,
eyeing the man in front of her.
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"Yes I am. May I offer you something to drink? My maid, Petra, is taking
a well-deserved break until tomorow. Come in and make
yourself comfortable. Your husband is a very lucky man."
FROM: amezerlily@Hotmail.com
Charlotte steps into the house, "No, no, thank you.. I'm not thirsty at the
moment... I can see you must be a kind sir to your maid... if only my
husband were that way to ours..." As she hears the last sentence crawl past
Fredrik's lips, she smiles slightly, "Thank you, kindly.. I appreciate that
remark, highly... although I'm not so sure my husband would agree. Anne
herself is rather lucky to have you for a husband."
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"yes I would agree. I am kind, and genorous. I plan on bringing her to
the opera next week. Plus I am good in bed. VERY good in bed" he said as
he crept closer to Charlotte
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"The opera? My husband most likely wouldn't take me anywhere interesting,
such as the opera... You must be kind and generous... In fact, you sound
like a true tiger for her..."
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"Yes but she refuses to.. well.... you know. Ever since our marriage I have
been well.. eager [I am DESPERATELY trying to avoid the word we are ALL
thinking] I HAD to send Petra away for the weekend. She was too much for
me. Your body is much nicer than Anne's. It's true what they say A body is
like wine: it improves over age"
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"How long have you two been married again, dearest Mr. Egerman?" Charlotte
half-smiles w/ Fredrik's remark, "I don't quite know whether I should
appreciate that remark or take offense to it... but... I believe that I am
currently appreciating it..." She slowly edges slightly towards Fredrik...
*dundundun!!!!*
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"2 years. I noticed you are getting closer. Let's be Frank. Neither of
us are how do you say it..' getting any' [LOL! sorry but I couldn't think
of another phrase!!!!!!!!!] and we want it. Follow me" said Fredrick as he
led her to the bedroom."
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
"2 years? My my... no wonder you're... eager." A quick giggle passes through
Charlotte's lips, following Fredrik to the bedroom, "That is a ravishingly
seductive cravat."
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"yes yes whatever." Fredrick already had his trousers around his ankles.
With Anne he usually went to trouble seducing her. This time he hurried as
fast as possible.
FROM: Amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte begins to remove her clothing, hurrying along just as quickly as
Fredrick was... then the woman quietly says to herself, "oh, this will be
fun!!" with a light giggle... Charlotte? Giggling? Ah, she's just having fun
for once...
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"Yes it will!" Fredrick pulled her into the bed and pulled the covers over
them AND
the next day Fredrick woke up after a rough night (LOL!!!!) to find a
strange women in his bed. It took him a while to remember everything.
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte awakens, finding herself in someone else's bed, with someone
else's husband, and its MORNING! of all times of day! "Oh, Mr. Egerman... I
believe I've stayed a tad bit longer than I had planned..." a small grin
appears on her face for a moment, then she becomes the regular, yet somewhat
in the charming mode, of Charlotte, "Shall we see each other again, my
champion?"
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
"This was just a moment in the woods... OUR moment.." said Fredrick. NO
WAIT!! Wrong show... sorry everyone here is the REAL relpy: "Perhaps.
Now get dressed...quickly my maid Petra might be arriving soon." Then
there was a knock on the door"
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
Charlotte glances in the direction of the knock, stopping for only a
moment. Quickly she begins to put on her annoying clothing... ugh! Why must
women have so many clothes? She remained quiet, thinking of who it might
be...
FROM: wannabe@xxx.xxx
After Fred (I get tired of typing out Frederick) had gotten (is that proper
English... ah well) dressed he ran to the door and opened revealing the
young female form of..... (insert here)
FROM: amezerlily@hotmail.com
The Countess had just barely finished dressing when Fredrik went to open the
door, and she swooped out of the bedroom, into the parlor. She looks almost
exactly the way she did when she first knocked on the door...
FROM: moogrrl412@xxx.xxx
Desiree was busy soaking in a nice hot bubble bath when she heard
what she thought was a knock on the door. She groaned to herself, thinking
how this is the one day she doesn't have to perform and doesn't have to
rehearse...so WHY would someone bother her?
She got up out of the tub, and wrapped herself in a large bath towel.
She lit a cigarette and shuffled across her hotel suite to the front door.
Flinging open the door she saw the Count Carl-Magnus standing there with a
goofy grin on his face. Seeing him, Desiree immediately fell into 'flirt
mode'
She poked Carl-Magnus playfully in the chest and giggled "My, what
are you doing here, my little plaything? Did I not specifically tell you
that this was my day to relax?" Sighing, she continued. "Well, I suppose as
long as you are here, I might as well do my best to entertain you. So sit
down...can I fix you a drink?" She looked at him quizically, "What, pray
tell, are you doing here anyway?"
