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 Francis in Evening Wear, FHL, JD, LC, CD, AT, MT and CR
Francis Hopkins-Lawrence (Liz)
Posted: Sep 16 2008, 11:55 PM


Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence


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Mr. Francis Hopkins-Lawrence was looking even more spectacular than usual, if he did say so himself. He'd carefully styled his hair into a wavy mess that he found rather rakish and had spent a solid hour and a half trimming his sideburns. The disparity between the styles was likely intended to give the wearer an air of artless nonchalance, yet Francis' painfully precise tousled tresses simply missed the mark. Not that any of this mattered, as he'd covered it all with a black beaver top hat before he left the house.

His cravat had taken his valet five tries and precisely forty-six minutes to tie. Wrapped in elaborate The Ballroom style, which Francis found particularly appropriate, it was starched so stiffly that it was a wonder Francis could twist his head at all. Yet twist he did, as he entered the ballroom, looking this way and that for people he knew. One particular lady he knew, as a matter of fact. Taking a step forward with his ever present cane (what he expected to do with such an item at a ball, one might never know), he paused, catching a view of himself in a mirror. The candlelight of the chandeliers caused his golden satin brocade waistcoat to shimmer just below his black tailcoat. The gold of the waistcoat was complimented by the golden buttons on his jacket and accented once again by the golden tassels on his freshly polished black Hessians, into which was tucked a pair of finely tailored black breeches. All in all, a most dashing image.

Lady Viola shan't stand a chance, he thought, once again casting his gaze around the room. Perhaps she'd not yet arrived? Francis was just turning to walk toward the refreshment table when he heard a voice call out his name.

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Mr. Francis Hopkins-Lawrence
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Jennifer Delmar (Ronni)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 12:34 AM


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Jennifer had been with a group of ladies for several minutes. One of the women’s laughs was so shrill that she had began daydreaming about her uncle briskly walking over to tell her something rather important. She suppressed yawn, so as not to seem impolite and found a a strain in it. Jen coughed to conceal it and looked at them all, smiling. They had all been acquainted before, but why Thomasin kept them as company, she never knew. The ladies were not the bad type, but more the type that you only spoke with...at times like these...very begrudgingly...Jennifer was roused from her half-daydream by a gentleman. She caught sight of him and was sure she had been introduced to him before. If not, Sampson wasn't too far away from him, so she would call him over and ask him to do the honours. With a curtsey, Jen left the ladies company and walked fluidly and briskly over the Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence.


"Mr. Hopkins Lawrence?" she had been meaning to talk with him this evening anyway, and he was on her dance card, also. He appeared to be preoccupied with something, but she thought it would be rude to ask, so she took another approach "You look rather preoccupied, Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence. Did I intrude upon more important venture?" she had been so held up in addressing the man that she forgot herself, and she curtsied rather quickly and looked up at him, with a small smile "But I forget myself! I'm sure we've been introduced, though I may be mistaking the introduction of my brother" she turned her head towards Sampson, who had his back turned to them, and looked back to Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence. He did look quite magnificent this evening, in his gold brocade.


She stood in a neutral, and elegant posture, and held her fan at her waist, where she held both of her hands. Jennifer could hear that ladies shrill laugh and she restrained a wince. She was sure they were chattering about why she had excused herself to this gentleman. He had a pleasant air about him, and he wouldn't laugh in such a shrill and crude way, she was very sure of that.
Francis Hopkins-Lawrence (Liz)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 04:54 PM


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"Lady Jennifer Delmar!" Francis exclaimed, sweeping into a low bow. "I never forget a face! How utterly delightful to see you here this eve! No, no, I'm only admiring the crush and the elegant ensembles of ladies such as yourself. Such sartorial splendour this evening!" He flicked an imaginary piece of lint from his tailcoat, drawing attention to the ever so subtle, yet so over the top, black brocade that matched the brocade of his waistcoat. He'd commissioned the coat from James Lake himself, though for some reason, Mr. Lake had requested that Francis keep the name of the tailor to himself. Something about a fear of being unable to recreate such a masterpiece. Francis, of course, was perfectly amenable to this suggestion, as he should hate for any part of his wardrobe to be duplicated. Imitated, of course, but never duplicated.

"While I am afraid our introduction may have been through my mother and your aunt, it really does not signify. The point is that we have been introduced and are thus able to converse freely." Francis beamed at Lady Jennifer, proud of his logic. "How have you been fairing thus far this season?" Catching a glance of her dance card, he motioned to it. "Not too badly, I see. Glad I claimed one when I did! I'd wager it shall be full before the night's end, hehe." Francis chuckled at himself, though he'd not made any particular joke. Almack's always seemed to put him in good spirits, nonetheless.


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Mr. Francis Hopkins-Lawrence
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Leah Cantrell (anne)
Posted: Sep 23 2008, 05:14 AM


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Leah followed her Aunt with some trepidations. She did not want to be 'pushed' upon anyone, let alone a Duke or his Family! They passed by several faces that she recognized but did not stop, so all she could do was give a 'nod' and hope that it would not be held against her that night.


She saw Lady Julianne's sister Lady Katherine in conversation with two Gentlemen and she found her eyes drawn for a moment to them, taking note that they were indeed twins, and she felt a momentary pang as she thought of her own brothers - also twins. Was it a trick of the light? Did one of them return her look?


Her Aunt came to a stop before a rather beautiful blonde woman and a dark-haired younger girl, in the Company of two very elegant attired woman, to whom she address and then turned to her, holding out her hand saying, "And this, Lady Cowper, is my niece, from America. Leah, pay your compliments.."


She gave Lady Cowper a smile and made her curtsey, then to the Marchioness and the other older woman and finally to Lady Justine, who returned it with a quick flash over her person and the smile she gave did not reach her eyes. At Lady Cowper's kind remarks she replied, "Thank you, and yes, I am looking forward to my stay here. I have longed wished to come you see and my Father's position within the Government now allows for me to travel, so I...."


"Yes. And glad we are to have you, my dear!" her Aunt interjected with a look that promised words later. Leah felt a blush but kept her smile in place and with another curtsey watched them move off to greet others. "Really Leah!" her Aunt whispered, sinking her nails into her arm, "You must not address such topics here - I would have thought that your Mother would have cautioned of it. More than likely its your Father...allowing such notions into a girl's head....and then encouraging it! "


She would not have replied if her Aunt had not spoke so of her Father, and she whispered back, "Do not, I beg you, Aunt Pamela, speak so my Father in such terms! I will not stand for it - I mean no disrespect Aunt, but I cannot allow it to continue." And she dipped her a quick curtsey and turned, moving into the crowd, leaving her Aunt with a shocked look.


She had not a clue where to go. Letting her legs move of their own accord she found herself suddenly thrown against a Gentlemen, and with a "oh!" she looked up and was confronted by a gold waistcoat and gold buttons...... she blinked several times and then looked up at him with her blue eyes......


00c: as requested I have moved Miss Cantrell's post here for a reply smile.gif


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Leah Cantrell (anne)
Posted: Sep 24 2008, 03:43 PM


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She had moved away after initial contact and now became aware of another person - turning, she found a a rather attractive red haired girl who had obviously been in conversation with the man that she had bumped.


"Please, do forgive me," she began with a small dip.. "But I was jostled and could not help but intrude...." and she looked at them with her blue eyes open and curious, a soft smile upon her lips.......
Francis Hopkins-Lawrence (Liz)
Posted: Sep 26 2008, 04:31 AM


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Righting himself, Francis dusted off his jacket and adjusted his hat, which had been tilted in the commotion. Looking to Lady Jennifer, he cleared his throat. "Quite alright, Miss...?" He trailed off, realizing that he had not been introduced to the blonde miss with the rather curious accent. He looked her over, taking in the cut of her gown. Clearly she was of some means, but Francis was quite certain he'd been introduced to all the eligible ladies of a certain economic stature by his mother, Lady Thorton. Having married off Philomena last Season, the viscountess had been able to focus her attention on her son, dragging him along to various and sundry 'welcome back' teas. Though Francis thoroughly enjoyed a good cup of tea and a scone, he had noticed that he was often the sole male present at the majority of these teas. Francis liked to chat about fashion just as much as the next satorially-minded gentleman, but rarely did men's fashions require a debate of flowered versus unflowered bonnets. That being said, however, Francis found himself strongly in favor of unflowered hats, given the ability to carry the hat from one Season to another, French trends be damned.

Shaking himself and suppressing all thoughts of bonnets, Francis bowed to the blonde. "Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence, at your service."


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Leah Cantrell (anne)
Posted: Sep 26 2008, 04:02 PM


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Her first instinct had been to offer her hand - instead, she gave another small dip . "Leah Cantrell, a pleasure Mr.Hopkins-Lawrence," amused at his quick assessment of her person and she responded in kind, taking in his rather 'artful' evening ensemble.


"I do apologize again for my intrusion- I hope I did not injure you in some way Sir?" she asked in concern voice, her eyes twinkled merrily back at him. She looked to the red- headed girl then back to Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence, waiting for him to do the introduction.....

Francis Hopkins-Lawrence (Liz)
Posted: Sep 27 2008, 11:36 PM


Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence


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"No, no, not at all, Miss Cantrell! Right as rain, as the rain in Spain," Francis replied with a grin. "But tell me, Miss Cantrell, do I detect a slight accent? It seems to be that-" Francis stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence as he caught sight of a particular darkhaired beauty dressed in a blue-green gown overlaid with brocade. She looked every bit like a queen and Francis was transfixed. He had, of course, caught sight of Lady Viola Fitzgerald. Snapping his mouth closed, he shook himself. How to escape these ladies without injuring either of their feelings? Francis pondered, his head still twisted to the right as he stared at Lady Viola. He'd barely been in conversation with these ladies for two minutes, yet he was certain that if he did not make his way to Lady Viola's side within moments, some other gentleman would sweep her away. And that Francis could not stomach.

He smiled at the ladies, tearing his gaze from his Valkyrie's face. "Miss Cantrell, might I be honored with a dance this evening? Perhaps Catalani's Wriggle? I believe Lady Jennifer has already promised me The Prince's Snuffbox." Francis continued to smile, planning to offer to escort the ladies to the refreshment table following his arranging to dance with Miss Cantrell. Once there, he hoped the ladies would find themselves in conversation either with each other or another group and he would be free to pursue his lady love.


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Mr. Francis Hopkins-Lawrence
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Leah Cantrell (anne)
Posted: Sep 28 2008, 04:35 AM


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She waited for an introduction, but when he did not, she turned to the other girl and with a soft smile simply introduced herself , holding out her hand saying, "Leah Cantrell, how do you do? I do hope I caused you no injury? Indeed, Sir, you are correct." her voice a tad chilly - for no Gentleman of her acquaintance had ever done as he had - refused her an introduction to another.


"I am from Amer....." and she stopped as she saw that his attentions had plainly left her and were now totally focused upon a dark-haired woman whom he seemed unable to take his eyes from. Well! If this was an example of English Manners, she wanted none of it!


She blinked at his request.


"I....I shall have to check my card, Mr. Hopkins-Lawrence, but shall we 'pencil you in' for that dance?" she was not sure how to take him - one minute he was focused upon her, the next it was as if she was not even present! She looked to the other girl, waiting to see if she too had felt the same.
The London Life
Posted: Oct 19 2008, 03:55 PM


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Unfortunately at that very moment, Miss Cantrell was seized by a disturbance of the bowels that required her to remove herself from the ballroom and eventually Almack's all together. She made her excuses, leaving Francis and Lady Jennifer to amuse themselves with chatting.
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