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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 7:59:49 GMT -5
For weeks he had been scheming and plotting for a way to have some fun, and finally a big box came for him in the mail. He quickly snuck it up to his room and opened it. Finally, when night fell and everyone was asleep he slipped it out into the hallway at the very end. He sat himself down in the modified electric wheelchair with a grin. "I love my job..." He pressed a button and something that sounded like the General Lee's Carhorn from Dukes of Hazard blared loudly through the halls. With a grin he thrust the stick forward, causing the custom chair to spin its wheels loudly and speed down the hall, still playing that horn. "I'M CHARLES XAVIER, BITCH!" screamed Allastor as he continued to speed down the hall, passing everyone's bedrooms. Although, he didn't plan on the stairs being at the end of the hall, causing him to soar down the stairs head first, bouncing with the wheelchair down all three flights of stairs.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 9, 2009 11:12:17 GMT -5
The sound echoed throughout the ancient house. Maids from every surface in the building would be crawling out into the hallway to see what the damage was. Integral herself had winced at the first bounce. Surely to God they weren’t under attack again… She’d only just gotten the Valentine mess put away…She couldn’t handle this…not now.
Wrenching open her office door, She peeks into the hallway, then darts to the railing. She catches sight of Allaster Winfield sprawled face-down at the base of the stairs on the first level. Turning on her heel, the makes her way back to her office. Boys will never learn their lesson if Mummy is constantly saving them.
Whatever he had done to be thrown down two flights of stairs, he would never do it again.
Once inside her office again, the Countess places her back against the door, waiting for the familiar snap of the door falling into it’s proper place in the antique frame. She’s half-way to her desk when she turns, mid-stride, bolts to the door and takes the stairs two at a time. Had she been younger she might have slid down the banister, but there were so many people congregating around the boy now, it was worth it to take her sweet time to make her way down the three flights of stairs. The small crowd parts as the master of the house makes her way to the boy.
She kneels beside him and takes the time to light her cigarillo. “What happened, Sir Winfield?” She asks calmly. “Please do not tell me you’re uncoordinated enough to fall down three flights of stairs. Were you pushed?” She brushes a bit of the boy’s hair out of his eyes and blinks at him. She smirks. “Can you stand?”
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Post by Prudence on Oct 9, 2009 17:01:34 GMT -5
Prudence let loose a string of mildly blasphemous swearing under her breath as she stormed out of her room. "For the love of--I CAME UP HERE TO READ PEACEFULLY!" She had abandoned her attempts to do such in the library; it was quite clear to her that the other residents of the manor weren't about to let her. "What is this bull--" Once she arrived at the railing, however, her questions were answered. She wasn't sure how to react: hysterical laughter, or burying her face in her palm? She settled for shouting down the stairwell, "Professor X wouldn't have fallen down the stairs." She knew she'd feel bad for saying that if he was badly injured, but she couldn't help herself.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 18:00:53 GMT -5
He smiled up at her, that same happy go lucky grin. "Nah...I uhm...miscalculated how short the hall was..." He glanced at all the maids and got up. "Yes...this is as painful and embarrassing as it looks." He gazed into her eyes a minute before glancing up towards Prudence. "Yeah! But Professor X didn't have the General Lee's carhorn either!!!!" He grunted a bit and sat down on the wreckage, looking up into Integral's calm blue eyes, going quiet. "Did I scare you...?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Oct 9, 2009 18:28:02 GMT -5
Sighing, she meets the other knight's eyes. "Yes." She admitts. "I'd hate to have to explain to our fellow knights that you died in a tragic accident involving a wheelchair and a flight of stairs... They'd never believe I didn't push you." She stands and turns on her heel to head back upstairs.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 10, 2009 8:20:53 GMT -5
Sighs a bit and limps towards the stairs, grumbling about a waist in two hundred dollars. As he passed Prudence he smirked to himself and hobbled his way into his room, to lick his wounds.
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Oct 10, 2009 8:44:47 GMT -5
Having missed the crash, Andrew wandered out in the hall before Allastor with a towel covering himself. "What in blue blazes was that, Allastor? It sounded like you caused a ten car pile up down the stairs!"
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Post by Nora on Oct 10, 2009 10:31:49 GMT -5
Nora appears clinging to Andrew's calf, peeking out from behind his knee. Barefoot and naked, save for Andrew's shorts. Holding the waistband of her lover's boxers under her chin, the shorts compleatly cover her chest. When she sees Allastor amongst the wreckage, she turns, tugging on Andrew's hand. "He's still alive, kitty, we can go now." she grumbles. Holding onto the man's hand she swings away from him, on one foot and blinks at Allastor. "I suppose Sir Integral finally made an attempt on your life? At least she had the courtesy to chuck the wheelchair after you." She pulls on Andrew's hand to straighten herself up, then adjusts the waistband and rubs her eyes, her other hand still tugging expectantly on the man's.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 10, 2009 18:27:24 GMT -5
He continued to limp before seeing Nora. His face grew stone cold and blank as he stared. "P-P-PEDOPHILE!" He pointed at Andrew before hobbling off. "A-And besides...she didn't try to kill me...I ran off the stairs...on my own miscalculations..."
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Post by Prudence on Oct 11, 2009 19:48:03 GMT -5
Prudence glanced at the small scene developing nearby. On one end there was the idiot who had just driven an electric wheelchair down the stairs while honking a car horn that played "Dixie," and on the other end...was that intense-looking young man who looked like he could be an Oscar Wilde protagonist, and his eternally-toddler vampire girlfriend. Both of them pretty much naked. She shuddered a bit and had a brief existential meltdown about the company she was keeping for the sake of a book nobody was likely to buy.
Left eye twitching, Prudence withdrew to her room, muttering darkly about Nabokov and Darwin, and locking the door behind her.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 11, 2009 19:56:56 GMT -5
Smirks to himself before dashing back down the hall like a madman, stripping himself down to his boxers before throwing himself against Prudence's door over and over again making unrecognizable animal noises and grunts. After a few minutes of this, he laughs and goes back to his room.
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