Gallery: Queen of Hearts
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THREADID
57
POSTS
51 - 57
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Vaeltia took the opportunity presented to her.
After all, what other five-foot-one blond in a copper dress was there? “Emily Gideon. she said with a grin as she shook the attractive man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, and you too Martha.”
There was something direct about how she said that, and she took his features in.
Well he isn’t a Clark Miller, but not a bad looker.
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"Good evening, Miss...sir!" she chirps in greeting to Heath and Vaeltia. "A delight to meet you all!" she added with obvious and enthusiastic sincerity. Her eyes stray for two or three moments to inspect Vaeltia's legs and shoes before glancing around at those present. "I say!" she added, with almost perfect Englishness, "What a simply splendid gallery and exhibition! It matches the good company to be found this evening!" her words seem sincere and clearly meant to mean Mary and the everyone she has met this evening.
"If I may be allowed, Miss...might I please be allowed to remark upon how splendid I find your dress! Most eye-catching!" she can't avoid it, she steals another swift glance to the Vaeltia's legs peeking at the hem of the dress.
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When Martha gazes about the floor for shoes, she might observe these colorful oxford sneakers on Heath's tootsies.
The comedian regarded the small Englishy woman and her debonair companion with apparent glee, especially since he had been recognized. Heath places a hand above and below the handshake between Gideon and Dillon and appears to be assisting in the shaking. "And my reputation precedes me. Nice to meet you, Dillon, Martha. We were just talking about stealing artwork. Care to join us?" he says jokingly, purposely misconstruing the conversation. Though they had probably heard enough of it from Mary to avoid any confusion.
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Mary either doesn't have any desire to resist Heat's charm or isn't coordinated enough to mount a resistance while thinking about art at the same time. She seems more intent to respond to Martha's question, offering the enlightening tidbit, "Napoleon decided he wanted it for his bedroom." The statement was sufficiently informative from her perspective, it was just a matter of seeing all the pieces...
That is a pretty dress, isn't it? Her eyes are drawn to all the shiny surfaces amongst the clothing of those present, and she stops talking to enjoy the tingle through her muscles and observe the pretty colors. She'd probably snap out of it and blunder about shortly, but for now she was distracted.
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Vaeltia grinned.
She liked being noticed.
“It could be just that stealing art is interesting, but I think these pieces are for sale.” The small pull of a police woman was starting to fall into her voice. Talking about the previous art crimes of the world was okay, but only so far.
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Ciara looks to Chris as he takes a step away from the rapidly expanding conversation. It was all becoming too much for her; and it reminded her of her Father's advice to avoid playing with one's food. She looks to Dillon as he and Martha made their presence known; giving the Reeve a slight nod of the head in acknowledgement.
Deciding she had enjoyed enough of the Kine for one night, the tall woman offered a polite bow of the head to the group and began heading towards the door. She doubted her presence would be missed in all the excitement...
Ciara exits the Scene.
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Chris smirks, seeing the irony of the whole situation. Kine making the Kindred uncomfortable... for them it would be like... well there's no good comparison. Hamburgers don't intervene in one's conversation.
I hope.
When Ciara walks away, so does the Priscus of Shadows, following in her footsteps. It is time to make something of the night.
Exit the scene
Lonely Hearts Club
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