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Post by boo radley on Jun 4, 2009 5:01:41 GMT
I felt her pain immediately. "I am sorry. I could not control myself." I had to watch you. "Stella, Rowan needs you. But more to the point, I need you. And let me finish," I added, before she thought I was using her to some effect. "More to the point, I need you, because..." I struggled to say it. If I said 'I love you,' how would she perceive it? Would she think I loved her as a man loves his wife? Or as a father loves his daughter? Or as a brother loves his sister. I held my forehead. "I need you because I want to," is what I gasped out.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 4, 2009 5:08:03 GMT
Lestat looked up from being distracted for a bit with a staple remover, he had one of course like this at his own flat in the French Quarter, but at times small things distracted him easily. He smiled at her appearence, "I don't think you shall have any problem getting into your office anymore, cherie" he said, he still held the French accent, some words muddled a bit from the years, as well as the traveling he had done. He stood, revealing his six foot body.
Fluorescent lights could work to his advantage as well as work against it, he could use it to make him appear irresistable, as now, and other times, when he contorted his face, he seemed the absolute fiend that he was known for. He moved to in front of her, taking the sunglasses off, his own were on top of his mop of blonde hair, he smiled at her, "Ah, that's better" looking at her he saw the witches aura around her, no mortal could see it, but it glowed off of her like a brightly lit candle, he resisted the urge to brush a cold hand against her cheek.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 5:15:35 GMT
Stella smiled at him, his manners, he was Louis through and through, so reserved, she felt the urge to hug him, and being Stella, ever impulsive girl that she was she threw her arms around him. "Oh Louis, ever fearful, ever reserved, ever the observer," on the last note she felt so like him. She felt silly, claiming she knew him, she couldn't, his mind was closed to her, but she felt she knew him, from what she had observed of him, from how he spoke of himself, from the trinkets and trash that the Talamasca collected. He felt so cold and hard against her, like stone, but she continued the embrace.
Rowan smiled as Lestat's cold hand brushed her cheek when he moved her glasses off,"Mmm, Lestat." She said softly, she melted against him, her rigidness falling off as she slipped off her doctor's coat. It fell to the beige floor. Beige and white, all of these rooms, the ones where the guests came, the lovely lobby, those she had made warm with colour, but in these corridors it was all white"Come with me, I have found a lab and it has everything I need, even an MRI."she said in her succinct way.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 4, 2009 5:24:56 GMT
"For what...ah" Lestat had let the promise he'd given her slip his mind. He had debated on letting Rowan poke and prode him in different tests, one part of him wanted the exposure, the other didn't, what if someone they didn't want to got aholt of the test results? He walked to the door, pulling the broken handle back, "Well,shall we?" he said, his eyes glinting brightly, hell, wasn't he impulsive? He hadn't had the chance to be impulsive in awhile, was this not good enough? He knew Louis or David would yell at him later...oh well..c'est la vie
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 5:36:32 GMT
Rowan smirked, glad to see he was actually going through with it, she hadn't known how he would react when she first proposed this, tests, blood samples, but she felt that maybe he would agree; it seemed preposterous, and that seemed just like him, but she was unsure. She bowed to him, and his mannered way of holding the door open for her,slipped on her sunglasses again, and set off before him, through the maze of halls, into the belly of the hospital. She had to know how he worked, how his hard body stayed that way. She thought on what Mona and Stella discussed,that spirits had cores, and she thought of the spirit supposedly flowing through him. With all of her machines, all of her microscopes would she see the core? Or would there be some other explanation? How would she pierce the skin with a needle, this was a thought that came to her often, but it wouldn't stop her from trying. Finally they arrived at the door, "In here" she said softly and opened the door, exposing a large room filled with the beige and white, plastic machines that filled the room.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 4, 2009 5:42:24 GMT
Lestat looked at the room, a bit leary of the machines, but looked at it as an opportunity to learn more about this preternatural body he would be in for all of eternity, find out how it worked, and why it was so indistructable. Oh the questions he would have answered! Why hadn't he thought of this before? Wandering around aimlessly, wondering about himself like a teenager in puberty. He tucked his sunglasses in the pocket of his jacket, the whiteness of the room making his blue eyes pop eerily, his skin was still scortched from the sun, had he been his usualy ivory, he would have blended almost with the wall.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 5:50:31 GMT
She watched him, slipping off her own sunglasses so she could see him in all his gleaming glory. She went over to one machine, switching it on, and slipping on an iron apron. The X ray machine needed time to warm up, so she waited, pawing at the jars full of ointment and sterile, packaged needles. These would be quite difficult she thought, would they even penetrate? She picked one up and glanced at Lestat, talking just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the machine for fear of being heard by passing nurses outside,"Hmmm, Will they break?" she wondered outloud.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 4, 2009 6:02:16 GMT
Lestat walked over, jerking himself away from a machine that had caught his interest, he took one from her, looking it over, "I don't know..they might break off at the end," he said, he pressed the needle into his arm, it broke off at the tip ,"Oui" he laughed, finding it amusing, he'd never tried to penetrate hisself with a needle before, he knew it would either break off or bend. He threw the ruined needle onto one of the surgical tables,
"So, that didn't work" he laughed again, attempting to keep from bursting into laughter, he was tempted to keep playing with the needles and see what happened, but there were matters to attend to, "What do you have planned, Madame Doctor, poke me? prode me?" he smirked, sitting down on one of the the chairs, he rested his chin on his fist, looking Rowan over, a spark of interest showing in his features.
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Post by alldrenched on Jun 4, 2009 6:09:01 GMT
"Oh no," she said as she watched it break," Well that wasn't even the proper way," she sighed a bit, then smirked watching him playing with the tip that was still in his arm before he pulled it out. "Yes and yes," she responded to his question of whether she was going to poke and prod him, she took his shoulder and led him towards the X-ray machine from behind. "But this first Monsieur."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Jun 4, 2009 6:23:50 GMT
Lestat thought he had had one of these during his mortal bout with pneumonia, he wasn't quite sure. He circled the machine, "X-Ray?" he kept his finger away from the on switch, as tempting as it was to turn it on. He waited for Rowan to tell him what to do, "And I don't think radiation will be a problem.." he grinned, the pointed tips of his fangs glinting in the lights.
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