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Post by rocky on Jan 16, 2011 17:29:00 GMT -5
"If you'd answered the question when I asked it?" Adrienne was never short of a smart-arsed reply, and now was no exception. She swung her hips around and looked at herself in the mirror again, fluffing at her hair with a degree of affected disinterest.
"Look, it doesn't matter, I was only being polite."
'Polite' was perhaps a relative term -- trying to take polite interest, perhaps, but she had been consistently rude since the beginning of the conversation. Her tone now indicated that the reason it hadn't gone well was Lady Catherine's fault.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 17, 2011 11:41:56 GMT -5
"If you'd answered the question when I asked it?"
Lady Catherine said nothing, merely shooting Adrienne a frosty stare before returning her attention to her nail filing and, this done, re-applying her eyeliner.
"Look, it doesn't matter, I was only being polite."
"'Polite'?" Lady Catherine repeated, her tone disdainful now. "I'm afraid I find little of what you've had to say polite in the slightest."
Disregarding the fact that Her Ladyship, for all outward appearances, wasn't the most polite of people herself.
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Post by rocky on Jan 17, 2011 13:49:04 GMT -5
"I said I was sorry," Adrienne pointed out, as though she expected it to fix everything. "I hope you're better at giving advice than you are at forgiveness."
Ade had already made her mind up about Lady Catherine, she was now, officially, just digging her heels in because she wasn't going to be the first one to back down. She had run out of make-up to reapply, and so she decided to wash her hands.
Thoroughly.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 17, 2011 15:39:47 GMT -5
"I said I was sorry,"
"I know," Lady Catherine replied acidly. "I'm not deaf."
"I hope you're better at giving advice than you are at forgiveness."
"I'm not one to forgive easily," Her Ladyship admitted, her tone still sour and not in the slightest bit apologetic for her fault. "But I can say with certainty that I'm good at giving advice."
She paused, moving her eyeliner to her other hand and starting on her other eye before speaking.
"Tell me, Miss Heart, have you even read my column?"
ooc: Haha, how long can they keep this up? XD
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Post by rocky on Jan 17, 2011 17:18:15 GMT -5
"What is that, the literary equivalent of do you know who I am?" Adrienne arched an eyebrow, and snatched a paper towel to pat her hands dry with. Who did she think she was? She was in her office building, at an event run by her employers -- and they were in the toilet.
No one was a countess when they were pissing. Adrienne knew she was making that rule up, but she was aflame now; Lady Catherine had touched a nerve that was already raw.
She might have said more, if a toilet hadn't flushed. There was the distinct sound of a bolt sliding back, and Elsie, one of the company interns, poked her head around nervously.
"I'm sorry," she squeaked, talking to Adrienne -- but only because she was the familiar face. "I'm -- I'll just -- um..."
She crept slowly across the bathroom and turned the tap on sheepishly, standing between the two women as though a ceasefire had been called.
The sound of the water running was deafening, over the silence. Adrienne thought she could honestly hear it moving through the pipes. Elsie didn't bother to dry her hands, she just fled the room and left the door swinging in her wake.
Adrienne sighed softly, through her nose. Now it was an endurance competition. One of them would have to leave first eventually, and it wasn't going to be her.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 18, 2011 2:59:20 GMT -5
"What is that, the literary equivalent of do you know who I am?"
"And what if it is?" Her Ladyship snapped.
She would have said more, had a stall door not creaked open behind them and a nervous looking young woman emerged, apologising profusely, before hurriedly washing her hands and dashing off.
After the woman left, Her Ladyship returned her attention to her eyeliner, having rolled her eyes. She was unaware of Adrienne's intentions of an endurance competition, but she knew she wouldn't be the one to back down first.
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Post by rocky on Jan 18, 2011 16:53:09 GMT -5
"It's just a little tacky, that's all," she said. "But - all right then, Aunt Augusta...."
Adrienne had a rather sneering, calculating look about her -- for all her mishaps and clumsiness, she had a mean streak in her that was comprised almost entirely of ruthless vanity.
"I have a problem you might be able to help me with. Lately I was in the ladies' room with a snobby older woman who demonstrated a complete lack of humour, self awareness or modesty. What should one do, in that situation?"
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 18, 2011 17:09:48 GMT -5
"It's just a little tacky, that's all,"
Yet another roll of her eyes from Her Ladyship of Rosings Park.
"But - all right then, Aunt Augusta...."
Lady Catherine did not like the tone Adrienne was using, not one bit. She got the horrible feeling whatever came next was not going to be pleasing, their past altercations of the last few minutes taken into account.
And how right she was. Although you didn't have to be a genius to guess it would be so.
"I have a problem you might be able to help me with. Lately I was in the ladies' room with a snobby older woman who demonstrated a complete lack of humour, self awareness or modesty. What should one do, in that situation?"
If there was one thing Her Ladyship despised it was being labelled as a snob. Ordinarilly she would have launched in with some sort of rant, but clearly this situation called for a little more...decorum (though in all honesty Her Ladyship felt like hitting Adrienne around the head with her overstuffed handbag at this point in the proceedings).
"One should learn to respect one's betters and keep one's tongue in it's place," Lady Catherine replied, coolly.
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Post by rocky on Jan 19, 2011 5:44:16 GMT -5
"And how does one define one's betters, exactly?" Adrienne gave the distinct impression that one had not been defined in the immediate vicinity, in fact, she seemed quite convinced that the opposite had occurred.
She folded her arms beneath her breasts and raised her eyebrows expectantly.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 19, 2011 12:46:37 GMT -5
"And how does one define one's betters, exactly?"
Adrienne had turned from the mirror and was facing Lady Catherine now, arms folded, eyebrows raised. Her Ladyship finished reapplying her eyeliner and replaced it in her bag before turning to face Adrienne, one eyebrow arched in look not unlike disdain.
"I would have thought it was obvious," she replied.
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Post by rocky on Jan 20, 2011 16:30:36 GMT -5
"Oh, it's obvious."
Adrienne decided to leave it at that, but she was beginning to run out of things to do in the bathroom. She glanced at a cubicle, over her shoulder, and considered whether going into one, to pee. Did that constitute backing down?
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 20, 2011 16:37:15 GMT -5
"Then I don't see why you needed to ask the question,"
With that, Lady Catherine turned back to the mirror and procured some blusher and a brush from her bag, as though she had some sort of inexhaustable supply of makeup in there. Either that or she was overly fond of looking at herself. Probably a combination of both.
Her Ladyship had noticed Adrienne's glance over her shoulder; it was evident she was running out of ways to occupy herself other than this increasingly awkward and not at all refined conversation. Maybe that was the real reason she'd returned to her makeup.
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Jan 21, 2011 21:39:44 GMT -5
Once again Dina had somehow convinced Katherine to go somewhere she originally had no intention of going. So here she was, hiding out in a bathroom stall at a promotional event for a magazine she didn't even read.
"Oh joy" She thought herself as she puffed away on a cigarette in the stall, careful to wave the smoke away from the others at the sink. That was when things had got interesting. Two ladies who obviously did not like each other, were angrily snipping at each other. And one of them was Lady Catherine De Bourgh.
"Maybe I will have some fun tonight," Katherine thought to herself as she puffed away, hoping for some interesting antics. When it sounded like things were running out of steam, she opened the door to her stall and poked her head out to get a look at the two women, and to add her own thoughts to the situation. Yup, that was the Lady, trading barbs with a women with cherry-red hair no less.
"Is someone's horse too high?" Katherine said, smirking as she took a long drag on her cigarette and watched the two women, greatly amused...
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Jan 22, 2011 6:09:15 GMT -5
Having begun to reapply her blusher, Her Ladyship seemed confident that she had had the last word of the argument; Adrienne hadn't said anything more, at any rate.
It was just as she was thinking this that another stall door opened and a woman poked her head out to add her own opinion to the conversation. Lady Catherine gasped in shock, whirling around the face this newcomer, as it were, with her usual rigtheous indignation.
"Is someone's horse too high?"
Lady Catherine would have replied to the query but it was then that she noticed the woman was smoking. Smoking! What was the world coming to?
"You are aware you aren't allowed to smoke inside this building, aren't you?" she replied.
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Post by rocky on Jan 22, 2011 7:24:44 GMT -5
Smoking in the toilets was exactly the sort of thing Adrienne would do herself. She gave the woman an amused look, and then glanced between she and Lady Catherine. She couldn't work out whether she was taking her side or not, though, and she chose not to speak right away.
She would let the smoking woman confront Lady Catherine first, and see just which side she was on.
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