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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 24, 2008 10:56:50 GMT -5
Scaramouche was nervous. Earlier that day, she had managed to leave the Heartbreak and go above ground without having anyone notice her. She had went to the nearest pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. The pharmacist didn't really seem to care that she was a Bohemian, which kind of confused her but now she had much bigger things to worry about.
She was back in her room, sitting on her bed and staring at the test. The box said it would take 5 minutes for results and 2 had already gone by.
Scaramouche bit her lip. She had no clue what would happen if the test said positive. She was donwright terrified at the possibility of becoming a mother. She hasn't even spoken to Galileo about the problem yet. She had heard that he was back, but she just couldn't bring herself to face him.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 24, 2008 12:23:05 GMT -5
Ramona watched from the corner of the room as Galileo talked animatedly to a group of eager Bohemians about what he had done on his last trip. She guessed that Scaramouche hadn't talked to him yet. Infact, she didn't think that Scaramouche had actually spoken to him at all since his return. She couldn't keep putting it off, they'd have to talk sooner or later, but Ramona wasn't going to force the issue. Especially as they weren't 100% sure if Scaramouche was pregnant.
Pushing herself away from the wall, Ramona headed down the corridors to her room. She was tired after spending most of the night stopping Alice from bouncing off the walls. Some git had been sneaking her fizzy drinks. One or two was fine, but she'd had a few and was literally trying to climb up the walls. Ramona intended to catch an hours rest while Alice was in the wardrobe room.
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 24, 2008 17:35:30 GMT -5
Scaramouche looked up when she heard someone walk by, hoping it was Galileo. " Figgy? Is that you?" she asked, standing up and staring at the closed bedroom door.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 25, 2008 4:58:20 GMT -5
Ramona paused as she passed Scara's bedroom, hearing her from inside. "No Mouche, its me, Ramona." she tapped on the door "Do you want me to go find him?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 25, 2008 14:32:17 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a sigh and sat back down on her bed, glancing at the test once more. " I don't understand why he hasn't come too see me!" she sighed.
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Post by Ramona on Oct 25, 2008 15:38:56 GMT -5
Ramona poked her head round the bedroom door and saw Scaramouche sat on the bed. "Well, he's been bombarded by questions ever since he stepped in the tunnel. Maybe he's waiting for you to find him?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 27, 2008 9:46:32 GMT -5
Galileo looked around at the eager young Bohemians he was currently surrounded by. He felt like a broken record right now. He had repeated the same story several times to many people since his return. It had lost its meaning now: there was nothing particularly interesting about it now. He had gone out, protected the Bohemian way and was back. Back to a bombardment of questions from people he didn't even know. What he really wanted was to see Scaramouche. He wanted to see her right now.
He had searched high and low in the spare moments he had had since his return. All hd proved fruitless. Oz had said that she was depressed, sad even because he, Galileo Figaro, The Dreamer, hadn't been to see his Bad Arsed Babe. He wanted to see see her. Right now. But where was she?
He extracted himself from the group of Bohemian's and excused himself, saying he had to go and do something. Talk to Scaramouche he added. He walked away down the corridor, ignoring the pleads for him to come back and finish his story. I'll tell them later he thought, pushing them from the front of his mind. Right now he had something equally important to do and it concerned one Miss Mouche.
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 27, 2008 14:52:36 GMT -5
Scaramouche nodded slighty, glancing once more at the test. Three minutes had gone by.
" It would really help if you could find him Moanna." she said. She then paused when she heard someone else coming up the hall. That might be him, she thought standing back up and walking slowly towards the door. She glanced and Ramona then leaned slighty out of her room, holding the pregnancy test behind her back. She squinted though the dimmed lights of the hall.
" Figgy?" she called. " Please tell me thats your stumbling footsteps I here!"
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Post by Ramona on Oct 27, 2008 15:54:10 GMT -5
Ramona nodded at Scaramouche "Sounds like Figgy." she said, then she lowered her voice "If you need me, I'll be in my room. Good luck" she gave Scaramouche's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading down the corridor and into her room, where she flopped onto her bed in the vein attempt of catching a nap. However, now that she knew what was possibly going on in the room a few doors away, she was nervous and lay there waiting, wondering what would happen.
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 29, 2008 10:51:58 GMT -5
Scaramouche stood at the door for a moment, tugging on the sleeve of her baggy black sweater. " Figgy, are you coming or not!" she groweled, her impatiance rising. " If your just gonna stand in the hall all night fine!" she shouted, turning around and slamming the door shut. She stood against the door for a few moments, taking deep breaths and pulling on one of the loose bunchies in her hair. It fell loose and tumbled over her face.
Scaramouche glanced down at the test again. Four minutes had gone by. It was so slow! She let out an irritated sigh and threw the test to the floor. She then stomped away from the door and went into the bathroom, slamming that door shut aswell. She slumped down against the wall, letting out a small sob and felt some warm tears fall down her cheeks.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Oct 29, 2008 12:24:13 GMT -5
Galileo stopped, watching as a young bohemian left the bedroom to continue walking down the hall. He frown slightly, wondering who she was and why she was with Scaramouche. She reminded him a little bit of someone he knew, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was just about to call out when she slipped inside another one of the rooms. Shrugging his shoulders he approached the bedroom door, his fist raised ready to knock on the door.
He heard her shout. His shoulders sagged slightly. Not again he thought desperately. Instead he lowered his hand to the doorhandle and swung the door open, hearing the slam of another door. "Scaramouche?" he called out tentitively. "Scaramouche?" he looked around the familiar room that had clothes scattered everywhere. He closed the door behind him, blocking out any possible prying eye and evesdroppers who might be listening.
Smiling to himself, Galileo walked over to the bed the he and Scaramouche shared. He sat down, running his hand over the hastily made up bed, memories flickering through his mind like snap-shots. This was their private sanctuary; their hide-away. What he wouldn't do for Scaramouche. Who would he be without her.
From behind the closed bathroom door came a muffled sob. Looking up, Galileo stared at the door, his heart breaking for his loved one. What had he done this time? Why was she crying? The endless questions continued to crowd his brain, eating at his conscience. "Scaramouche?" He stood up, walking slowly to the door and knocking gently. "Scaramouche? Are you in there?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Oct 29, 2008 14:00:42 GMT -5
Scaramouche looked up and glared towards the door. " Oh I don't know, where else would I be?" she spat. " Maybe, you could look under the bed!".
But heard the note of genuin concern and worry in Galileo's voice, a voice that she had longed to hear for quite some time. She let out a sigh and stood up. Before she went up to the door, Scaramouche paused and stared at herself in the cracked mirror on the wall. She looked like a mess! There was black trails going down her cheeks from all her crying, her hair had come undone from many of the bunchies it was in and her baggy black sweater and skirt seemed to be at it's worst. But since when did she care about how she looked?
Scaramouche walked up to the door and opened it slowly. She stood there and crossed her arms over her chest.
" Nice to see you showed up." she said curtly.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Nov 3, 2008 13:36:27 GMT -5
Galileo knew he should have been used to Scaramouche's sharp tongue by now. But still, the way she often spoke to him hurt, often tearing apart his self-confidence. It sometimes felt like he'd ust taken a blow to the stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. He never admit it to anyone.
Galileo sighed dispondently. He was in the dog house again.
He was just about to turn away and leave her when he head the bathroom door lock click. The door opened slowly revealing Scaramouche in all her glory. Galileo allowed his gaze to roam her face, stained with black, streaky tears. His gaze then flickered to her hair: it was not in its usual style and she had reverted back to her dark clothes. Galileo felt another piece of his heart break away: whatever he'd done had hurt her bad. But dispite the state of her physical appearance Galileo still found her attractive. She was only human and showing emotion, something she rarely did.
Her curt comment barely registered with The Dreamer. He reached out a hand tentitively, the pad of his hand touching the soft skin of Scaramouche's face. His eyes searched hers desperately, trying to find a way to make up for whatever he'd done. "Scaramouche I-" he started. Words failed him. He tried again, trying to force his voice past the lump that had sprouted at the back of his throat. "Scaramouche... What happened?" he finally said, desperate to pull her into his arms and make everything go away.
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Post by Scaramouche on Nov 3, 2008 16:11:15 GMT -5
Scaramouche glared at Galileo, though her heart wrenched to see him look so confused and sad. She wanted to keep her hard demeanor and cold attitude towards him for leaving when she felt so confused and scared, but when his hand gently touched her cheek, she closed her eyes and shivered slighty. Oh god, how she had missed him terribly. She opened her eyes and stared at him when he asked what was wrong.
" What's wrong?" she repeated her voice wavering. She looked down and pulled on a red thread that was dangling off her shirt then looked back up into Galileo's dark eyes " Everything is wrong..." her voice trailed away and she let out a small sob and ran into Galileo's arms, sobbing into his chest.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Nov 7, 2008 15:32:10 GMT -5
Galileo felt his heart slip down into the bottom of his boots. She was putting up a good fight to be immune to him. He felt the tiniest shiver as he traced a light circle around Scaramouche's tear-stained cheek. He couldn't help it - he craved physical contact with her. He craved to be with her. All the while he had been away from the Heartbreak Hotel he had thought of nothing but her. She filled his every thought, no matter how hard he tried to focus. But she had lodged herself into his heart.
The break in her voice chipped away at The Dreamer's already breaking heart. It was like she had given up hope. He had bearly taken in her anguished state when she'd launched herself into his arms, almost bowling him over. Recovering quickly, he wrapped his arms around Scaramouche, her sobs wracking her delicate frame. Galileo rubbed her back soothingly, laying his cheek against her head, murmuring words of comfort softly while peppering featherlight kisses against her hair. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her unique scent that only he could truely appreciate.
Pulling away slightly but still keeping her within the circle of his arms, Galileo looked at Scaramouche. "Scaramouche?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to one side. Using his index finger, he tilted her chin up until he met her gaze. "Scaramouche, what's going on?" he asked again, stepping back slightly, kicking some of the dirty laundry that littered the bedroom floor out of the way.
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