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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Aug 27, 2012 6:09:02 GMT -5
Tagged: Erica
Characters: Henrietta Tabeart & Erica Maus
Henrietta finished school like normal and headed out of the grounds. She lived not far from town and she liked to take the scenic route through the park. She had always found a fascination with how pretty nature could be so she liked to have a look at the beautiful gardens in the park when she walked home from school. Her parents had often told her that they could pick her up from school but she had told them that she liked to walk and had been adamant that she wouldn't be forced to be driven too and from school, unless it was raining. She always got picked up when it was raining, though more because her mother insisted than hating getting wet. Though, what girl liked getting soaked right through when you could be driven home instead?
Today was a sunny day so she was walking home through the park. It was quiet in the park today so she took her time, walking slowly as she looked at all the flowers coming into bloom and the blossom on the trees. It really did look pretty in the sunshine. She reached down and picked up a daisy, tucking it in her hair. She didn't notice the gang of boys trailing her as she continued her slow walk. The only reason she knew they were there was the sound of laughter. She quickly looked around to see who it was. Big boys from the town, tall and muscular but younger than her for sure.
She made to run but tripped over a tree branch that had broken during an early storm. She crashed to the ground, scraping her knees and bringing tears to her eyes as the boys laughed at her, crowding around her. She covered her head, preparing for the worst but it never came. She didn't know why but they ran off and she was left alone in the park, bleeding on her palms and knees and crying. She definitely wished she had been driven home this time.
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Post by Erica Maus on Aug 27, 2012 23:02:21 GMT -5
It had been another lovely day at school, and things at the Hostess Club had gone well, as per usual. Erica was on her way home, gazing out the window with a contented expression as she reflected on the wonderful day she'd had, when she saw something. Or, rather, someone
"Albert, arrêtez la voiture,1[/size]" she ordered her driver. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows at her, but at her urgent expression, he sighed and pulled over to park on the side of the road. The small girl jumped out of the car and approached whom she had recognized as her fellow Hostess, curled up on the ground and crying.
"Es gibt, liebe...2[/size]" she cooed, kneeling gently to place a comforting hand on the girl's back and rub gently. She pulled a kerchief from her pocket and lifted the girl's chin to dry the tears from her face, then pressed it into her bloodied hands. "Come with me," she said softly, and started to slowly help Henrietta to her feet and guide her to where the car idled by the curb.
1[/size] French: "stop the car"
2[/size] German: "there there, dear"
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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Aug 29, 2012 7:23:38 GMT -5
Henrietta didn’t notice the other girl coming over to her until she felt a hand on her back. She looked up through her tears and her glasses to look at the girl, recognising her as one of her friends from the Hostess Club. She was so glad it was one of them and not a horrible boy who didn’t know her and was only interested in trying it on with her when she was low. She hated feeling like this but it had just been horrible and she hated getting hurt.
She didn’t speak German and didn’t understand it, but French she could speak fluent, seems as her father was fully French, and she knew that Erica spoke French herself. She let Erica help her up and stood up, taking the handkerchief and dapping at the blood on her hands again. She felt so grateful to her friend for finding her. She knew if she hadn’t, she would have sat there and cried until her parents came to find her in the park. They wouldn’t have given her long to find her.
“Thank you, Erica,” she said quietly, climbing into the car after Erica guided her to it and sitting quietly in the back. She rubbed the tears off of her cheeks with her sleeve and looked at her. “I’m sorry. I… some boys were following me and I tried to run away but then I fell over and they laughed and…” She burst into tears again, covering her head with her arms.
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Post by Erica Maus on Aug 30, 2012 18:35:56 GMT -5
The short blonde hopped into the car behind her friend and shut the door. "La maison, s'il vous plait,1[/size]" she said to her driver, and he nodded and put the car into gear.
Erica listened quietly to Henrietta as she sobbed out something that wasn't totally clear, but it seemed like she'd been bullied, or something. "It's okay," she soothed. "We'll get you all fixed up." She stroked the girl's hair and offered a cheerful smile. It was the best she could do in a situation like this: just try to fix things with happiness.
They arrived at the house abruptly, mostly due to Albert's quick (and possibly risky) driving skills. Erica took Henrietta inside and let the maids fuss over her like they always would when someone was hurt, cleaning the blood and grit from her hands and knees, which she had fallen upon, as well as her tear-stained face. Erica simply hovered around and kept watch over the girl, being sure not to stray too far in case she broke down and needed a friendly touch (not that the maids weren't gentle).
Once she was bandaged up, Erica led the way to the living room, where a wide variety of snacks were already laid out on the coffee table, and a comedy movie was in the DVD player (to provide distraction from whatever horrors the poor female had been through earlier that day). The little girl settled with her friend upon the couch and hit the play button on the remote. "You know, I'm glad that I get to hang out with you, Henrietta-chan," she said happily as the film started up. "Kuro-senpai and Kerri-senpai are always too busy."
1French: "The house, please."
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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Aug 31, 2012 4:56:59 GMT -5
Henrietta sighed sadly, pulling her phone out and quickly texting her parents to let them know that she would be home late and that she was with Erica. She certainly didn’t want them worrying about her too. One person was enough and Erica was the perfect person for it. She was glad that Erica had found her and rescued her. She didn’t know what she would do without her friends sometimes.
“Vous êtes un grand ami, Erica. Je vous remercie beaucoup.(1)” Henrietta said quietly, relaxing a little under the stroking of her hair. She had always been a fan of having her hair stroked and it always made her feel a little bit better, that was for sure. “I owe you.” She looked up at Erica, wiping her eyes with her sleeve again to get rid of any other tears. She always felt better around Erica. She supposed it was because she was so bouncy and friendly and chatty.
Henrietta let herself be guided into the house, trying to get the maids to understand that she was fine but they wouldn’t take no for an answer and she was soon cleaned up and freshly bandaged over on her knees by the maids. She sighed a little, tightening the hair band in her hair to make sure it hadn’t fallen down from its high ponytail yet. She liked to keep her hair up high after all. It was what made her stand out in the Ouran High School and it had gotten her in the Hostess Club too.
Henrietta was led into the living room and she sat down on the sofa, putting her hands in her lap as she listened to Erica. “I’m glad to, Erica-chan. You are a great friend and I like talking to you. We should hang out a lot more than we already do,” Henrietta agreed, smiling at Erica a little timidly. She was quite comfortable around Erica so she found it easier to talk.
(1) You are a great friend, Erica. Thank you alot.
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Post by Erica Maus on Sept 4, 2012 22:37:37 GMT -5
Her fellow hostess had seemed to calm down quite a bit, and seemed pretty comfortable now. That was a good sign. "You know, I've been thinking lately," she began, appearing thoughtful. "I want to ask Kuro-senpai if we can organize some kind of big event, like maybe a carnival! We could host it, and invite the entire school." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke about the event with clear excitement.
"Wouldn't that be fun? What do you think?" she turned to Henrietta with a bright and hopeful expression on her face, searching for some support on her long-thought-out idea. Two people made more of a difference than one. Especially when she and Henrietta made up half of the current hostess club.
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Post by HENRIETTA TABEART on Sept 6, 2012 8:56:50 GMT -5
Henrietta listened to Erica as she talked, taking comfort in the solid noise and knowing that she had someone who would talk for her in case she needed her to. She nodded her head as she mentioned a carnival, smiling at her. Henrietta loved carnivals. When she was in France, the carnivals were always so elaborate and so many pretty costumes. It would be so exciting to have a carnival and a way to make more money for the club. That was always a plus.
“I think yes,” Henrietta said quietly, smiling at her friend and squeezing her hand in excitement. She really would love to do a carnival and be dressed up like that. What wasn’t to like about all those things? She could see herself in a beautiful costume and it would be all mysterious and so much fun. “A great idea.”
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