http://roses-bleues.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] roses-bleues.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2007-09-26 07:51 pm (UTC)

She had just taken a nap in a big, big room, but when she awoke it was in a small room. No windows overlooking Paris, just walls.

That boy... She was going to find that boy today...

Once she had slid off the bed, her fingertips brushed the rough material of the Landel's uniform at her thighs. Oh? What was this? She was wearing a new outfit she'd never seen before - it was ugly and horrible, though. Off went the pants, sliding down her legs to pool on the floor. Better to remind Nathan not to dress her in such terrible things while she slept; he usually had better taste than that.

Stepping out of the forgotten pants, she made a half-circle of the room, faintly perplexed. Just what had her Chevaliers done now? She'd told Carl they were going to find that boy.

The shirt was pulled over her head and discarded. Why was the door closed?

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