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Jack stared reproachfully at the man who had just walked in the door.
"Sire, I am to make you presentable for Master Hawke's affair tonight." The butler told him. Jack decided the a simple chair was not enough distance between them, so he slammed the door and quickly put a trunk in front of it.
"I don't need any help, mate!" Jack shouted through the walls.
"But Sire, these orders come from Master Hawke himself!" the butler argued.
"No thanks, now don't make me call the dog on you, savvy?"
"No Sire that would be most regrettable. I suppose I must enlist help, then." Jack watched through the window as two burly men headed towards the door and rammed it open. Jack drew his sword, determined not to give in without a fight. However, one man came up from behind him and wrenched the sword out of his hand. The other forced him into a chair while the butler secured him with a rope. If looks could kill, these men would have died hundreds of years ago. Jack was squirming without cease against the ropes.
"If you touch one hair on my head, you'll regret it."
"I'm sorry, sir, but my orders include fixing this.... did you say hair?" The butler said with distaste, eyeing Jack's hair. The kitchen door opened and Will walked in. The four people in his living room turned and stared at him. Will looked from the butler, to Jack, to the two men making threatening gestures to Jack.
"ELIZABETH! Are you having friends over!" Will shouted up the stairs. Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs with Charlie on her hip. She reached the middle stair, and suddenly saw the strange scene in the middle of her living room.
"No, Will. I'm not. These must be...Jack's friends." Elizabeth concluded with a puzzled look on her face.
"Right...well, let's leave them alone." Will agreed, nodding and bustling his wife and child back upstairs.
"THAT'S RIGHT WILL! DON'T HELP ME!" Jack shouted at Will.
"I suppose it must be a wig then, if you refuse to let me style your hair." The butler sighed. Jack shuddered, but remained silent. It would be better than having his beloved hair cut off.
Jen's POV
The maid was tugging the laces of the corset so tight that Jen was gasping and wondering how she'd breathe. Mrs. Alma was waiting patiently outside the screen as the rest of Jen's undergarments were quickly wrenched over her head. Jen was jerked backward again as the maid began to tie another garments laces. Finally, she was pushed out from behind the screen to where Mrs. Alma was waiting. Jen glared at the pile of clothes on the chair beside her. It was what Mrs. Alma deemed 'appropriate' for her stay with Adam. Still, the dress for tonight's party was yet to be decided. Jen was sick of trying on clothes. She stood silently as the maid put this new dress on her. It was long and the color of ivory. Mrs. Alma studied Jen's reflection in the mirror and clapped excitedly, squealing like a child.
"It's perfect! And it'll go so nicely with your hair!" She began to fuss with Jen's long dark hair. Jen had to endure this torture for a few more minutes before new maids came in to take care of the rest of the 'getting ready' stage. Mrs. Alma left, taking her left over dresses and her sewing kits with her. Jen was striped of the clothes and dumped in a large bathtub. She demanded the maid leave before she got in though, and sank happily beneath the surface of the hot water. She wondered how Jack was getting along. She hoped he was fighting for all he was worth, since she hadn't. Suddenly the door opened and Jen immediately came up from under the water, her arms folded over her chest and doubled over, bringing her knees to her chest as well. The maid who had dressed her stood by the door as if it was plain as day.
"What are you doing? Get out!" Jen ordered. The maid shook her head.
"Master Hawke's orders." Jen didn't enjoy the rest of her bath. The maid washed her hair with sweet smelling shampoo, but jerked her head so hard Jen was worried she'd suffer whiplash. And then came the scrub brush. And evil looking thing that scraped Jen's back raw. In retaliation, Jen kept 'accidentally' sloshing water over the sides and onto the maid. When she was finally done bathing, she was dried off and forced once more into the corset. Then the undergarments, and finally the dress again. A new maid came forward to fix her hair, pinning it up on her head. A third maid was slathering lotion on her arms and face and then putting elbow length white gloves on her arms. Finally, the maids, exhausted, stood back in satisfaction. There was a knock on the door. Adam entered, beaming at Jen.
"My dear, you look lovely." Jen didn't bother replying, she was still panting from all the tugging and shortness of breath.
"The party will begin in an hour. I expect I'll see you there."
And so it was an hour later, that Jen stepped down the stairs into a roomful of people, cursing her stupid corset and dress, yet her smile pasted on.
LOL SORRY NOTHING ABOUT THE PARTY...BUT I HAVEN'T PSOTED FOR AWHILE SO THIS IS JUST TO APPEASE YOUR APPETITE. MORE LATER!
Jack stared reproachfully at the man who had just walked in the door.
"Sire, I am to make you presentable for Master Hawke's affair tonight." The butler told him. Jack decided the a simple chair was not enough distance between them, so he slammed the door and quickly put a trunk in front of it.
"I don't need any help, mate!" Jack shouted through the walls.
"But Sire, these orders come from Master Hawke himself!" the butler argued.
"No thanks, now don't make me call the dog on you, savvy?"
"No Sire that would be most regrettable. I suppose I must enlist help, then." Jack watched through the window as two burly men headed towards the door and rammed it open. Jack drew his sword, determined not to give in without a fight. However, one man came up from behind him and wrenched the sword out of his hand. The other forced him into a chair while the butler secured him with a rope. If looks could kill, these men would have died hundreds of years ago. Jack was squirming without cease against the ropes.
"If you touch one hair on my head, you'll regret it."
"I'm sorry, sir, but my orders include fixing this.... did you say hair?" The butler said with distaste, eyeing Jack's hair. The kitchen door opened and Will walked in. The four people in his living room turned and stared at him. Will looked from the butler, to Jack, to the two men making threatening gestures to Jack.
"ELIZABETH! Are you having friends over!" Will shouted up the stairs. Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs with Charlie on her hip. She reached the middle stair, and suddenly saw the strange scene in the middle of her living room.
"No, Will. I'm not. These must be...Jack's friends." Elizabeth concluded with a puzzled look on her face.
"Right...well, let's leave them alone." Will agreed, nodding and bustling his wife and child back upstairs.
"THAT'S RIGHT WILL! DON'T HELP ME!" Jack shouted at Will.
"I suppose it must be a wig then, if you refuse to let me style your hair." The butler sighed. Jack shuddered, but remained silent. It would be better than having his beloved hair cut off.
Jen's POV
The maid was tugging the laces of the corset so tight that Jen was gasping and wondering how she'd breathe. Mrs. Alma was waiting patiently outside the screen as the rest of Jen's undergarments were quickly wrenched over her head. Jen was jerked backward again as the maid began to tie another garments laces. Finally, she was pushed out from behind the screen to where Mrs. Alma was waiting. Jen glared at the pile of clothes on the chair beside her. It was what Mrs. Alma deemed 'appropriate' for her stay with Adam. Still, the dress for tonight's party was yet to be decided. Jen was sick of trying on clothes. She stood silently as the maid put this new dress on her. It was long and the color of ivory. Mrs. Alma studied Jen's reflection in the mirror and clapped excitedly, squealing like a child.
"It's perfect! And it'll go so nicely with your hair!" She began to fuss with Jen's long dark hair. Jen had to endure this torture for a few more minutes before new maids came in to take care of the rest of the 'getting ready' stage. Mrs. Alma left, taking her left over dresses and her sewing kits with her. Jen was striped of the clothes and dumped in a large bathtub. She demanded the maid leave before she got in though, and sank happily beneath the surface of the hot water. She wondered how Jack was getting along. She hoped he was fighting for all he was worth, since she hadn't. Suddenly the door opened and Jen immediately came up from under the water, her arms folded over her chest and doubled over, bringing her knees to her chest as well. The maid who had dressed her stood by the door as if it was plain as day.
"What are you doing? Get out!" Jen ordered. The maid shook her head.
"Master Hawke's orders." Jen didn't enjoy the rest of her bath. The maid washed her hair with sweet smelling shampoo, but jerked her head so hard Jen was worried she'd suffer whiplash. And then came the scrub brush. And evil looking thing that scraped Jen's back raw. In retaliation, Jen kept 'accidentally' sloshing water over the sides and onto the maid. When she was finally done bathing, she was dried off and forced once more into the corset. Then the undergarments, and finally the dress again. A new maid came forward to fix her hair, pinning it up on her head. A third maid was slathering lotion on her arms and face and then putting elbow length white gloves on her arms. Finally, the maids, exhausted, stood back in satisfaction. There was a knock on the door. Adam entered, beaming at Jen.
"My dear, you look lovely." Jen didn't bother replying, she was still panting from all the tugging and shortness of breath.
"The party will begin in an hour. I expect I'll see you there."
And so it was an hour later, that Jen stepped down the stairs into a roomful of people, cursing her stupid corset and dress, yet her smile pasted on.
LOL SORRY NOTHING ABOUT THE PARTY...BUT I HAVEN'T PSOTED FOR AWHILE SO THIS IS JUST TO APPEASE YOUR APPETITE. MORE LATER!