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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 15:32:13 GMT -5
He extended an arm to steady her, holding her gently. "Careful. Sure you don't want to lie down?" he asked firmly.
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 15:49:33 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Something really wasn't right and Samantha had a sneaking suspicion why.
"The tea...?" She looked at Preston, but his face seemed a little blurry. "You really did put something in the tea?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 15:50:56 GMT -5
"You really did put something in the tea?"
"You're very astute." he said, impressed. "Nothing bad. Just something to calm you down a little."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 16:00:22 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Calm me down?" She wriggled free of him and backed away, accidentally knocking over a few objects as she stumbled past cupboards and tables.
"I was calm!....what the hell is wrong with you?" The room was starting to spin a little and she was sure that his rather exceptional eyebrows were getting bigger.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 16:03:17 GMT -5
He grew a little concerned at how she disrupted his feng shui, and then advanced towards her, his arms out to prevent her from falling over. "Relax, don't get yourself worked up. Everything's fine." He briefly considered grabbing her boobs on the off chance she wouldn't remember later on, but then decided she was panicked enough.
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 16:07:22 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Everything is very definately not fine! Get your hands away from me!" She yelled, but then wished she hadn't because her head was pounding.
"Open the door and let me out, right now!" She commanded in a slightly slurred voice.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 16:09:20 GMT -5
"Ms Harkness, if you don't calm yourself, does sedatives will work faster and you'll just drop. You might hurt yourself." he said in a slow voice, not lowering his hands. "So it's really in your best interests to sit down."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 16:17:28 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Clearly Preston Saint was a crazy person. And he had no intention of opening the door for her. Whatever commune she had found herself in, Samantha suddenly would have preffered to be lost in the jungle on her own. She made a dash for the back door, blindly careening through the kitchen, knocking pots and pans from the counter tops as she grabbed hold of them for support. When she found the back door was also locked, it was time for desperate measures. She had to defend herself against this creepy lunatic anyway she could. In a panic, she grabbed the nearest kitchen impliment she could and ran at Preston, arching her arm down in the hope she could stab him with whatever it was she had picked up.
Unfortunately, her vision had become so cloudy, that she didn't realise she'd only grasped the soup laddle and her defensive action only served to smear left over minestrone across his shirt. She glared at the laddle, trying hard to focus on why it hadn't caused any harm.
"Bollocks." She said to herself, swooning back against the counter and falling to the floor in a heap.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 16:25:55 GMT -5
He allowed himself a brief, amused smile as she charged at him with a laddle, and then got annoyed at the remnants of his soup smeared down his perfectly good white t-shirt. He looked down at it, and then up at her in time to see her crumple to the floor. He shook his head.
He leant down, and picked her up with ease, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her gently onto his bed, brushing some hair out of her face. He then made sure she wasn't injured from the fall, and when she appeared all right, he rose to leave. Then, he felt compelled to turn back. He reached out, briefly grabbed her right boob, and then headed out of his bedroom.
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