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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 15:44:06 GMT -5
"I don't know. There's something about you, something different. And I'm trying to understand it." he said. He tasted his roast beef and didn't like it so much. "Not so good, but enough I think." He stood silent for a while and than asked "How do you know that the man was English, and how do you know he is in England now. And you could try better things to find him. Cops are not that good, and searching for yourself won't take you so far. Private detectives will help you more than everyone if you find a good one." He had to talk some more and learn some more thing about her.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 16:08:17 GMT -5
Lena looked at him, "Well for one he said he was English." she said simply, "As to how do I know he is here, well I followed him right after he killed them. About 2 days behind, but I lost track of him when I got here." she said simply, looking at him. She didn't trust him anymore.
For a while, Lena ate in silence, then she looked up from the food and at him. "What makes you think I would accept the help of an Englishmen?" she asked, rather icily.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 16:30:46 GMT -5
"It was just an advice. Just because your parents got killed by an English, it doesn't mean all the English people are evil." he said. He didn't understand why she got that angry, but he tried to be even more politer. "And if you though I am a private detective and tryning to take that case, I am not. I am just one hell of a butler."
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 16:36:24 GMT -5
"That would explain the suit. But that does not explain why you are so interested in me." she said, finishing off the food, she downed the drink and looked at him. "You aren't very familiar with the way the English have treated the Irish, are you?" she asked, asking one of the servers for another glass of whiskey. She took a deep breath and looked at him, her brilliant blue eyes, shining in the light. "The English have treated us Irish as lowly scum. They have no respect for us." she said.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 16:43:13 GMT -5
"Not all English are like that, believe me." he touched her cheek softly and smiled. He had to earn her trust again. "At least I'm not like them." he smiled and finished his meal. "Well, would you like some dessert? I'm sure they have all kinds of desserts." He started to think, he had to be sure about her if he wanted to kill her. But gathering more information would be harder.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 16:58:17 GMT -5
She looked at him, "Oh if you're paying, sure." Lena said, rather shocked that she would have a proper meal. Maybe this man was telling the truth about not being like the rest of the Englishmen. Certainly there were some, hell the bar keeper was a nice fellow, he didn't care if she was Irish, he had married an Irish woman. Lena smiled at the man she knew as 'John'. "If they have any apple pie I'll go for that."
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 17:49:42 GMT -5
He looked at the waiter and said "You heard the lady. Bring apple pie and piece of chocolate cake." He smiled and drank some more whine. "Well, if you are trying to find your parents murderer, why did you become a whore? I mean there are a lot of jobs that you can do." he said. If she was a succubus, her answer would be irrational.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 18:10:05 GMT -5
"Men will say anything to a whore if it means sex." she said, "Besides, I couldn't find any other place that I could work." she said simply. She watched him for his reaction, wanting to know what he would do and say. She sipped at the water, she had enough money saved up in a bank to get place to stay in the slums, but she wasn't planning on staying in this town, she needed to leave, it was getting dangerous for her to stay here. She either needed to learn to control her powers and curb her hunger, or she needed to leave. She would have to figure that out soon.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 30, 2010 14:10:27 GMT -5
"Well, you could be a maid, cook or waitress. These jobs never needs education, and everyone needs them. Plus they have more money." he smiled. He was sure that she was a succubus. He had to take her to a lonely plave and kill her. He ate some more chocolate cake while thinking. He asked "How's your apple pie, did you like it?"
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 30, 2010 14:14:18 GMT -5
"Not as good as the pie my mum used to to make, but it's good, thanks." she said, smiling at him kindly. "And I never thought of being a maid or a waitress. I can't cook worth a damn though." she said to him, taking a few minutes to think. It seemed like this man wanted something of her that she would not give him. She had feeling he was starting to figure out what she was. Lena sighed, "Do you know any places that are looking for any maids?" she asked. It would likely give her a better, not to mention safer, job and with any luck a place to sleep at night, that didn't leak.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 30, 2010 14:20:10 GMT -5
"There might be some places. I'll ask them" He smiled. Anyone wouln't wait and think to answer a question like that. Bu he had to be sure, and he though he knew a way. But he had to wait a little bit more. "Well, you can stay at this hotel as long as I'm here, I think I'll stay here for a while. My master sent me to meet with a customer." He had to deceive her so she shouldn't understand he is investigating her. He stopped asking questions and stayed silent for a while.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 30, 2010 14:24:43 GMT -5
She nodded, "Right, isn't it a little odd for someone to send out their butler to meet with a client?" she asked. She wasn't familiar with how things worked with the nobility at all. Maybe that was how things were done, she didn't know, but something seemed a little off still. Lena shrugged the notion off, she was just being paranoid since the police were on to her. Lena yawned and looked at 'John', "I'm getting tired." she said with a soft laugh.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 30, 2010 14:30:42 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not just a normal butler, I am one hell of a butler." he said and smiled. She didn't know that he could do everything, but probably she would learn, when he killed her. He had to kill her and then solve Jack the Ripper case so he had to finish that case tonight. He yawned and said "It looks like I'm getting tired too" and smiled."
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 30, 2010 14:32:17 GMT -5
She looked at him, "Then lets go somewhere private. I have some questions for you, that would not be proper to ask in a public place." she said coldly. She was starting to get the feeling that this man was not just being nice to her out of his own kindness, but rather out of something far different. She wanted to know why he was being nice to her, what his real name was, and what he knew about her. Lena would find it out, no matter what it took.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 30, 2010 14:37:47 GMT -5
"Ok, we can go right after I pay the bill." He paid the bill and stood up. He escorted her to his room and opened the door. The room was decorated perfectly, and very big. He closed the door after they got in and sat on the one of the chairs. He smiled and said "I have some things to ask you too, but you know what they say: Ladies first."
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