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Chloé Bourgeois ([personal profile] blondandperfect) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 08:26 pm

Love is Being Stupid Together 2: Electric Boogaloo

Who: Gilbert Nightray and Hattie of Ehvenn
When: Back-dated to 8/18, 4pm
Where: A cozy Italian Bistro
Summary: Thanks to Xerxes' body swap antics, Gilbert is inspired (forced?) to do damage control with a very.. ahem.. eager Hattie.
Warnings: /!\ Will update as necessary /!\

She had an hour to get herself together and head out to the bistro. However the law of being fashionably late always applies to Hattie, and she ends up being ten minutes late- It's not on purpose, mind, it's almost in her blood to arrive early or late. Mostly late.

Today was a great chance for her to show off a design she had 'thrown together' earlier in the week and had Ella sew; a fancy brown-gold bustledress. That color since she had difficulty making orange work. To her, there was only one reason to get together, and that was to work out the proposal in greater detail- Maybe she'd even get to meet a few of his associates afterward! 

Hattie 'knew' that when this was all over, she was just one step closer to living a life of true love and grandeur. But she's late.

Ten minutes late.
 
retraced: (RUN AWAY)

[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-06 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[No. No no no no Break you're not allowed to make this worse than it already is! Gil knows that he should stand up and run out of here before this goes any further, but he's too frozen in terror and humiliation to react that quickly. But it's finally Oz's offer of dancing that gets him to stand, push his chair back and prepare to get out of here.

Hopefully Oz and Break plan on sitting down and eating those salads, because this has gone on long enough!

Without a word, Gilbert runs to the other side of the table, grabs Hattie's hand and attempts to yank her up out of her seat. They're running away from these jerks so that he can finish his dumping speech properly damn it! Cue Take On Me; we're out of here!]
maddeninghatter: I meant to do that (smile ♘ don't mind me)

[personal profile] maddeninghatter 2012-09-08 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Break is actually taken unawares when Gilbert leaps up; he stumbles backwards (good thing that skirt is short, otherwise he might have tripped on the hem). He contemplates chasing them, but...

The way he's been feeling lately, that seems a bit too - energetic. Getting short of breath and coughing would ruin the effect. So he simply calls after them: ]


Mister Gilbert, you seducer!

[ And then takes one of the vacated seats. Caprese salad is right out, of course, so he waves his hand to get the attention of a waiter. ]

Well, well, Miss Ozellina. I wonder what sort of desserts they have here.
his_own_will: (mature - dead eyes)

[personal profile] his_own_will 2012-09-13 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oz is already contemplating an ambush. It's a delicate affair after all and if Gil's ruined all their hard work...

Oh well. They'll just deal with it when it happens. No sense getting tangled up in knots with lunch at stake! Sitting, Oz picks up his fork and digs into his salad. Desert won't be here for a few more minutes as it is, and he does need to worry about his girlish figure after all.

It took forever picking out the right dress :( ]
Nothing as good as Gil can make, but I'm sure they'll have something. [ he stabs a leaf of lettuce and starts to chew. Oh yes. Gil was going to get an earful for running!

At least he took the maiden with him. ]
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-13 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're the worst. They really are the worst! As if this entire situation couldn't get any more stressful than it already was, those two had to come in and take away whatever ounce of dignity Gilbert still felt that he had! Noting that she doesn't run too well in those shoes, he tries his best not to pull her along too hard, but he still rushes out the door as quickly as he can and doesn't stop until they're on the far side of the building, on the other end of the parking lot. It's definitely not a dance floor, but it's far away from those jerks!

As soon as they're out of sight of the front door, he drops her hand and leans against the building, trying to catch his breath.]


Sorry! Sorry I - those two were--! Gaaah!

[There's really no explanation...]
retraced: (I'll formulate infinity)

[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-16 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh - sorry, do you need to sit down?

[He straightens himself back up and keeps hold of her hand, forgetting that he should really be letting go about now. But right now there's a pressing question more important than 'how should I break this off', and that's 'oh crap, did I hurt her?' Because regardless of how this conversation ends, Gil definitely wouldn't forgive himself for making her feel poorly.]
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-17 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He has no chance to escape.

Even if he'd seen it coming he wouldn't be able to get away in time. Reflexes in a fight are one thing, but this is uncharted, awkward territory. His body tenses and freezes as she leans in, and shuts down completely as she kisses him. It takes a few seconds for his mind to register what's happened, then restart until any semblance of functionality. He doesn't kiss back, but he also doesn't...move. Or speak. Or...yeah, move.

He just turns as red as his skin can possibly go and stands petrified in terror until she finally moves away from him. At which point he'll probably do something equally attractive like fall to his knees in anguish. Yes, that's exactly what's happening.]
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-19 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[And, like with all things in his life, Gilbert is about to ruin this new Perfect Thing.]

--I-it wasn't me!

[He finds his voice about half a second after she finishes speaking, ten seconds later than it would have been useful. His fists dig into the ground as he bows his head apologetically, rushing his words as quickly as his mouth can handle getting them out.]

That person who proposed to you - it wasn't me! It was someone else using my body and pretending to be me! My name is Gilbert Nightray and I'm only a servant, I'm not - I'm not someone who can...! I-I only tried to come here today to tell you that...that -

[Deep breath.]

I'm sorry but this was someone's terrible prank and I have to take it all back!
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The worst bomb. And he's not even tactful enough to cushion it in any way. His face is still on fire and his shoulders are shaking enough to make his voice tremble in time.]

Those two back there...they're only here to make things worse for me. Both of us. I'm sorry that you had to be hurt by them too. If it was only me...

[Then it would have been all right. It's always been all right, that way.]

I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-19 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I - it's not that...rather, I never had the chance to...!

[He takes in a deep breath, keeps his eyes shut. No, even if they had been put together on a proper date, he would never have been able to dedicate himself to her. He'd never be able to pay any woman the attention that she deserves, no matter who she is. He's already dedicated his life to something else; marriage, children, those things that he had been obligated towards as the son of Duke Bernard Nightray would never happen. Even in this strange world...it would be unfair to ask a woman to only take a small piece of his heart.

And he feels sick to know that she had been given that false hope, even though it wasn't technically his fault to begin with. He'll still accept it as such.]


I'm sorry. I can't.
retraced: (oh... part one)

[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-19 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
--W-what?

[Yep, that's all he's got. Of all the things that he doesn't understand, this current situation rates pretty high.]
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[personal profile] retraced 2012-09-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He tries to raise his hand, to wave her down, to shout for her to stop, to will his feet to move him closer to her so that he can make his point a little stronger.

But

he really doesn't want to have to watch her make that scary face again.....!

So he remains slumped on the ground, defeated, embarrassed and overall mortified. Why is this allowed to happen?!]