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Marguerite Blakeney is clearly beyond scruples (blazeinhereyes) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-09-02 11:39:00

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anatoly sergievsky, marguerite blakeney

Who: Marguerite Blakeney and Anatoly Sergievsky
What: Dealing with facetwin issues and the emotions that brings
When: September 2nd, late morning
Where: Cafe in downtown Lawrence
Warnings: Angst. Rest TBD
Status: Incomplete if someone tags in, otherwise narrative

It had been such an innocent mistake. Not even a mistake. All Marguerite had wanted to do was check to see if Rachel had heard back about her audition. How was she supposed to know a man would show up who looked just like Percy? Yes, she knew it was possible. People had facetwins here, which meant someone could be the facetwin of her husband. She knew this, but it wasn't something for which Marguerite had braced herself for in case it happened. Perhaps she should have. She had been in Lawrence for two months now. She knew anything was possible. The crossed time lines. Some even from death. So why hadn't she prepared for this possibility?

Would the Seal bring her husband here? And if so, from when? Marguerite didn't know though it was something she hoped for all the while fearing at the same time. Hoped because she missed him so much, because they had so much time to make up for, so much to say that they never got the chance to in the theatre. Yet feared for it because she didn't know when he might come from and if it from when he didn't trust her, from when he shut her out... she didn't know if she'd be able to handle it, not now, not knowing what she knew.

When she was alone, trying to sleep, that was when it was the worst. The memories. Seeing him die in front of her only to show up here before she could join him in death. She managed to get through the days, she could still smile and interact with people. But how much of it was an act? She genuinely meant what she said. That she lived her life because Percy would want her to. That it was important to hold onto the good and live this life as it was so short and uncertain... But now she was lost and her heart ached all because of one man's face. It was even worse when she finally had seen the date. September 2nd. Two hundred and twenty years ago, she had been married, yet it didn't seem that way. She and Percy had only been married a few months, and only had just rediscovered one another before Chauvelin killed Percy. All the wasted time, the time stolen from them. It weighed heavily on her and the date on the calendar made it worse.

Thankfully it seemed as though Jack did not need her help to get to the complex. He had friends here. Because while she would have helped, she didn't know just how she would have handled it. To be near this man who was an exact copy of her husband in appearance. No, it was better she not get him. Not when she was so raw. She didn't even know if she would ever be able to take him up on his comment on if she ever needed anything...

Feeling as though the walls in her apartment were closing in on her, the twenty four year old dressed and started towards the cafe she had found. There were days she felt older than her years and days when she felt younger. Today she was both. And she was alone. Oh, she had made some connections, but it was England all over again before Marie had shown up. Surrounded by people who were kind, polite, even could be friends, but without husband or brother. She had hoped that feeling would go away but today it was back full force.

Once she arrived to the cafe, the red head forced herself to smile and ordered her drink before going to an outside table and just holding her face in her hands. For all of her attempts to move forward, she seemed to be back where she had started when she had first shown up here.

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haventwonatall
2012-09-08 04:31 am UTC (link)

Studying wasn't new to Anatoly. He was out of practice with it, obviously, but it wasn't new to him. But catching up on the medical advancements in thirty years was quite taxing. Not for the first time, he was wondering if he should just take classes or something, but it might be tricky fabricating that kind of paperwork. It was one thing to have fake identification, it was quite another to fabricate qualifications for getting into medical school. There was also that tricky little fact that he looked like Josh Groban. Well, that was easily rectified. One of the magic users could undoubtedly help alter his looks for the time he spent going to class, but that would also be extremely difficult to coordinate. And that was more trouble than he wanted to go through just to catch him up on current medical practices. So he was getting books and reading through them. Svetlana also helped, quizzing him on things as they went.

As such, breaks were obviously badly needed in this manner. And right now was one of those times. He'd been up early that morning, seeing the girls off to school, and then spending some time reading. He was also making it a point to read up on current AIDS treatment so he could better help Roger. But by late morning, he decided to get some air. He told Svetlana he was going for a walk, possibly also going to the library or bookshop to see if there was anything that caught his eye to pick up. So with that, he set off and made his way towards a cafe. After all, tea was needed to help unwind his mind a bit. His original plan had been to get some tea and take a walk through the park.

Going inside the cafe, he ordered his tea, then on his way out is when plans got derailed. He saw a redheaded woman with her face in her hands. He stopped walking and had a moment of wondering if he should approach or not. But of course he didn't even have to give it much thought. Anatoly carefully approached the table.

"Are you all right?" He asked in a gentle tone. He didn't want to startle her. He also didn't sit down, instead allowing her to have the choice of whether she wanted company or not. Though he could tell something was bothering her, and sometimes company was the best thing to help relieve that kind of feeling. Nevertheless, he would leave that choice to her.

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blazeinhereyes
2012-09-08 04:42 am UTC (link)

Marguerite really didn't like showing her emotions this openly. Oh she was all about living life to it's fullest, finding the good. She was an actress and could fool anyone that she was fine when she wasn't. Or, usually. Armand always knew when she was acting. But Armand wasn't here. Nor was Marie who knew her well and certainly not Percy. Oh she had thought it was him, had wanted it to be him only to have him taken from her all over again once she had read the words on the post. And that was why she had fallen apart despite her public location.

People had left her alone, though. Everyone had their own things to do. And while seeing people cry in public didn't seem exactly normal on a Sunday afternoon, she could have had her heart broken right before at that table. Received a call that informed her of a loved one's death. No one knew. And no one knew her so they didn't ask if she was okay, instead just leaving the French woman to her grief. Or they had until she heard a voice addressing her. It was too close to be at another table and as far as she knew, she was the only one outside the cafe.

The first thing she noticed even before uncovering her face was the voice. It was an accent she didn't recognize. Certainly not French or English, nor American. That was the first sign that the person was like her. In the wrong place, maybe the wrong time.... Wiping her eyes and taking a breath, Marguerite blinked the tears away and looked to the person who had approached her. She didn't recognize him from the boards, but she did recognize him in passing in the complex. Often going to the library or med bay. Which meant he was probably one of the doctors there.

"I will be... I am sorry if I distracted you..."

She didn't know him. Didn't know his story. She didn't know if he knew what it was like, to see the face of someone you loved, only for it not to be them. To be reliving their death all because of a smile, a look in the eyes from an icon on a board. It wasn't Jack's fault. It wasn't anyone's fault in this place for her present state, but it still hurt. She was still reliving that moment more vividly than she did at night when she was alone.

Some people were intrigued by the man though, which meant he must have a famous face. Was he one of the fictional ones? Or just someone with the face of a famous person here? Marguerite still didn't know the status of her own fictional life, if it was there or not. She hadn't wanted to look. She was going to die when she got sent back, so what was the point?