Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-26 12:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | henry mills, marguerite blakeney |
Who: Henry Mills and Marguerite Blakeney
What: Teaching things!
When: 26 July 2012, midday
Where: Complex lobby probably to the library
Warnings: We got some angst but mostly cuteness
Status: Thread/In Progress
As much as Marguerite wished to mourn her husband, she knew that she also had to live her life. She was given this chance, and she didn't know why, but she had been. She would always miss Percy, how could she not? Even in those months of distance and pain, he had been her heart. She had given up her life for him. Left her home and career. And then she was alone in England and missing the man she had met only to realize the truth. That he had been saving people. And because of that, he lost his life. So how could she forget him? Yes, she well knew people could show up here that should be dead. Had been here for three weeks and had seen the conversations. So while it was possible he could show up, Marguerite wouldn't hold onto that hope. She would love the man she married but she knew that he wouldn't want her to stop her life entirely. She just wished...
Well it didn't matter much what she wished. She would die upon her return to France, set to be guillotined by the same blade that had claimed her husband's life. Which would then take Armand's life. Those were the thoughts that plagued her when she was alone in the apartment. So she had gone out. She needed to find a way to make a life for herself here. She would learn to defend herself against the darkness of this place. There were classes that she had seen advertised and she would take them. But she also wished to perform. If she couldn't have her husband or her brother, she at least could have that one part of her. So she had been out looking for different theatre companies. The Rachel girl had sparked her interest in that she wished to perform as well. And if she could find a way to perform, perhaps she could help the aspiring actress as well. It was at least something she could do to help as she wasn't exactly skilling in fighting demons or the like.
Returning from her searching, Marguerite had a cup of coffee in hand and was sitting in the lobby, looking over the newspaper. After all, there could be upcoming theatre events. Or just.. something to keep her mind off of things now that there wasn't chaos in the streets with people getting hearts cut out or bombs strapped to them. Yes, there had been the crazy man wishing to burn down the complex thinking he was in hell but... oddly enough, she could understand that. Marguerite didn't know how she'd respond to seeing Percy unexpectedly. Okay, she wouldn't threaten to burn the place down but he was new enough and she had heard the stories of Robin Hood and the Maid Marian while she'd been in England, it wasn't too hard to figure out. She was just thankful she hadn't needed to evacuate before being burned. Really, escaping the blade of la guillotine to be burned alive? Not exactly ideal.