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Darlene Hamilton

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    Lady Oakham

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  • Title
    Viscountess
  • INTERESTS
    Hostessing Events, Theatre, Throwing Parties and Spectaculars
  • OCCUPATION
    Spellbound by Miss Divine

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  1. Darlene Hamilton

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    Good heavens. The way he said that, and then looked at his desk – was he considering having her right now atop thereof!? “Oh Lord Mountjoy.” Darlene eyes flared and she flushed, thus naturally sought her fan (she was hardly prepared for such passion, and this, a Wednesday morning) “might you settle both in one fell swoop?” Was he about to kiss her? And yet see how miraculously he maintained his business-like exterior, you’d hardly even know he was all a boil beneath is robes. Perhaps he too saw the midweek timing as just too much, or was he, like she, even a little scared of taking that oh so inevitable next step. For both took up the topic of her dead husband with diligence. “It is true, I love him beyond life itself.” “Thrust between, yes quite,” He was still speaking so racily! She fanned herself a little more, the lace at her neckline fluttering, “yet even the greatest obstacles can be mounted, even done so with relish. There might be nothing quite a satisfying as reaching that elusive mark. It is certainly worth diligent efforts.” Frankly, Darlene was ready, and yet the devastatingly delicious man did continue on to further tease her. Now he talked more fully on his wife, all while stood there with a clear brow, how did he manage it without even raising a suggestive eyebrow! It was a challenge for Darlene, but she truly did try to match his poker face. And talk about his wife. “When the old routines have gone or fail us, then new behaviours need be made.” Said she, and by accident she was thinking about her lost Thomas again. “I wish that I had discovered excuses to keep his company more, as time passes in our own absence from each other I begun to think I was only an obligation to him. But, well perhaps it was not so. Perhaps he’d have liked to keep my company also. We can come to think such silly nonsense if we are not interrupted.” Speaking of foolish, Lord Mountjoys playing it ‘hard to get’ tease backfired on him, for she was so easily distracted and already was forgetting her passion. Rather then break and throw herself at him, she became quite happy to talk about melancholy. Poor Lord Mounjoy, it might be weeks or days before she thought of him that way again, or at least some good few minutes. “Perhaps orchestrate something, a duty perhaps, something that you might work upon together.” Oh yes, he was regretting distracting her from their prospective passion, and now tried to coax her with gifts, the first a fur was received gratefully, but the presentation of a claw caught her by surprise. She'd even shrieked. “Oh… oh yes I believe it was a mouse.” She agreed, while he was pressing the claw upon her again. “ah, but, perhaps you hold the claw. I should not want to break it somehow. For if I spoilt it, I would become very distressed, thus not find the claw giving comfort at all.” “Yet certainly I’d agree to a little brandy, and the fragrance of lavender I’ve always found very soothing…" she sought a seat as he fussed about, if there was a chaise about she'd the good sense to now claim it. The kissing was to start soon surely.
  2. Darlene Hamilton

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    “And you are so well suited to London, and for that matter, to that which holds your heart.” While anyone spying on the Solicitor Generals office might assume they were talking about his wife, Darlene knew it was far more complex than that. Confined to Whitehall indeed. “Few men of your generation are so loyal, though yes, one can still enjoy a little distraction while remaining attentive to daily duty.” Darlene's smile was warm with the secret knowledge shared, such a great secret that to speak it might utterly break it! Or would it? One day, perhaps a kiss. But you could not rush such things with affairs as remarkable as this. Her gift given prompted the most charming story – it unfolded very visually in the playhouse of Darlene’s mind, and as he brought the curtain to close she clapped her hands daintily, “I had no idea! How wonderful it is, and what a lovely nanny you had might I say. I trust that there is room on your night stand..." His double entendre could not have been bolder, she could not have planned a better gift if she’d had all the spies of England working for her. Things were hotting up! Nighttime picklery indeed, "...oh my.” In the midst of their reckless flirtations, the topic of her late husband was and almost a natural progression. What with kindly reverent tones from Charles, and reassuring from Darlene. “That is quite alright Lord Mountjoy, adjustment to death necessary in life, and his memory is now immortalised in my heart… and might I add a good many others as well. He was highly regarded by all.” And then the good man reached with a pat to her hand. Darlene realised her mistake, but it was too late to put on an act of inconsolable grief now, ah! Ho might he have comforted her if she had?! Perhaps with a fulsome embrace? Rats But instead her free hand moved atop his, his own being briefly trapped in a hand-hug she supposed – and meeting Lord Mountjoys eyes (her own full of deep and barely restrained emotion) she uttered, “thank you for your sympathy.” Naturally the gentleman’s still-very-alive wife was next to the softly spoken conversation, yet with a tone that touched her heart. “Oh dear...” As a romantic herself, and a woman, she was attuned to such things. It was an opening, she could become a wedge between or a force to unite… “might I help somehow. Perhaps a female perspective upon such things might assist the restore. Heaven knows I am qualified on the subject, my own dear Thomas was likewise torn. It took me the longest time to realise his silence was saying so very much.” … so she’d chose the one that would place her deepest still into his own heart. The second test broke him down, and he was off talking in great detail about the hunts attended. As lengthy as it was, hearing him thus made one feel like all was right with the world again. (CB not talking about hunting would be parallel with the sun not rising in the morning!) “Did you keep that shaggy coat?” her eyes brightened at one point to ask, “I happen to have a furs collection you see.” A collection given to her by Weroance Anne, whom Darlene had befriended when she’d visited England in ‘75. She was meanwhile impressed with his acting skills, perhaps when she finally did finish her play, she should place him on the stage in some dramatic and masculine role. Perhaps that masculine figure (now pictured bare chested) would be smitten with the heroine (herself natrually) , and then they would fall into a thick bed of furs and the curtains would close on their mad and passionate lovemaking… Her reverie was broken as she suddenly discovered her hand in possession of a bear claw. Naturally enough she shrieked, while her hand itself was frozen still in the shock! What was this about? (She really should have been paying attention to what he'd just been saying)
  3. That was too too funny CB! Aria, is that the smell of a new laptop? *applaudes*
  4. Darlene Hamilton

    Gracie and the Bandit-April 6th, noon (open)

    Darlene was discovering herself much charmed by the gentleman... "That would be a lovely treat Lord Banwell. Paying to visit the Tower is by far my preferred method of going there!" she giggled at that. Neither of the newcomers could possibly know that she was not even joking, having been once incarcerated (briefly!) there. "It shall be a wonderful adventure. If not today, then, tomorrow or the next. Do please, name a time milord, and we ladies shall be there with our proverbial bells on!" OOC: thought to hook us up for a future thread! ❤️
  5. Darlene Hamilton

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    Blount’s cabinet went utterly ignored but for the whisper of frilly hem against it’s base as she passed; Darlene only had eyes for the flesh and blood holder of information and keeper of secrets. Loosing a giggle at his cheery greeting, her eyes slid to admire him as he stepped out from behind desk. It was another joy to then dip into a pretty curtsy as they exchanged the pleasantries (& she noticed at that moment what a particularly full head of hair he had). “Do you know, Lord Blount, its only just occurred to me that you would make a marvellous Governor for one of the nations outposts! I need now add to the petitions in my prayers that nobody else happens to notice that, for if I lost you to foreign missions a second time I would be beside myself with grief!” Darlene’s eyes were sparkling with joy as she claimed as much. She’d always know that he was secretly in love with her, it was just that he was too upstanding an proper to cheat. (It was Darlene greatest despair that she fell for the guys that were too noble to be naughty with her.) “Hyperbole? But Lord Mountjoy, I don’t even know what a hyperbole is.” Sadly, that was actually true, “were you to say wicker-bowl I might agree though, well, wicker basket actually.” Cheerily said she lifted her basket, with a shoulder wriggle of joy as he flirted. (Or at least she thought his further talk of joys and mounting rather saucy.) He was practically gushing, and she was in bliss “I could arrange the man again, if you do not object?” she replied, “why I would have done so already if I knew you would not. Only I was concerned that you might think me overly forward, and well, I might actually be that sometimes – but being it and people thinking it, are entirely different things. Ah. Court politics!” Perhaps she was gushing just a little bit too. Percy was not gushing though, if anything he might have been a little stunned. Darlene gave him a wiggle-fingers wave as he left, so he knew she did not hold him responsible for his mouth-gape. “Thank you.” Settling to a chair, she smiled wondering what he meant when he called her Grecian? It probably meant something nice though, because he never said anything less. “Except pickles are not very Greek I don’t think.” Said she revealing the contents of her basket, she passed him a jar of pickled onions, and a jar of gherkins too. Darlene did not like pickles herself, but had noticed men seemed to enjoy a pickled crunch with a glass of ale well enough. “Welcome home to England.” The girl declared, though she was no longer sure if pickles were English at all. A remarkable thing then happened. Everyone knew that if Charles got chance to talk about hunting, he did so, and in protracted detail. But today, just then, he moved past the topic. Darlene was refined enough not to show her surprise, but she was. Very. “Oh yes, I am only recently returned to court myself, it is not a year yet since my Thomas’ passing. I know I might have kept solitude longer, but I was becoming sadder and sadder still without the company of my friends. I only hope that my return does not reflect poorly upon Him, you must know for all of our troubles, and isn’t every marriage a challenge at times, that I respected him above anything else.” She gave a little shrug at that, though Lord Mountjoys opinion on that would be very significant. She did not want to dishonour Thomas in death, even if she might have (just a little) while he’d been alive). “Court gossip…” Charles had expressed an interest, though it was not entirely to Darlene’s self interests to regress into that. Her incarceration in the Tower, and after relese her recless flight to portugal, her retrival by husband there-from, her attempt at reform, and then Thomas' sudden death. “… is all surely yesterdays news.” she smiled, “Now that we have returned, separately of course, yet with a unison in timing, then might I claim that the days in front of us shall be more relevant than what went on before." “… although, that said, what manner of hunting did you engage in abroad?” bright eyed Darlene retestted the Soliciors restraint.
  6. Darlene Hamilton

    The Paperchase | 6th of May, Mid Morning

    While the clerk stood there presenting himself as a perfectly acceptable (if silent) figure of a responsible and diligent man, Darlene's eyes slid right past him into the interior of the office with Lord Mountjoy at his desk. "It is true!" She crowed, almost crooned, with joy at the sight beheld, and moving forward though the door uninvited she did - as though her singular happiness was passport enough. (Her basket bumped the clerk, who might be jostled even more if he thought to blockade her ingress.) "I could hardly believe my ears when I heard your name flittering about the halls this morning, but here you are and joy of joys you look even finer than when you left. Although - " she grinned and held up her finger to make playful point, "- your shave is not quite as close." It was a private joke, though hardly even a joke, rather a reference to the rather peculiar (flirtatious even) relationship that they had. "But I come bearing gifts, as a welcome back to your office." she came to calm a little, taking in the full and glorious sight of the man who'd left such a hole in Whitehall when he'd left (though the same might be said for herself if it was not vanity to say). And here he was, it was a sort of homecoming to see him again.
  7. Darlene & George ~ as the session winds up While the divide between Royalist and Whig was blurred into a manner of unity in todays votes, it was perhaps a better time for George to agree to Lady Oakham’s request. Though Darlene did not want the prospective adventure to be sweet and safe conversations. No not at all. Her eyes flared as she imagined high drama, "Ooh thankyou." she touched his knee, "let it be our secret, lets not tell a soul, especially not any... any of the lifeguards." Was there any reason she did not identify her fiancée to George? "Shall we go the day after tomorrow, that will give me time to work out what to wear." she grinned at the handsome man, while fancying that if their adventure ended with kisses she’d not mind at all.
  8. Darlene No not the brightest, or perhaps it was just her beauty was distracting him, making it hard for him to follow her string of thoughts. "Of course not!" Darlene giggled, "Ooh you are such a tease! I am talking about where I can collect pamphlets for my archive, and those are sure to be the most interesting. From an archivists point of view at least." He'd mixed her topics, the one of guessing how she had secured a office was best left behind. Afterall the circumstances had been at best dubious. "Will you escort me to the Green Ribbon club, pretty please? I probably should not go alone. Though I could, because I do have a gun." She had always found that saying things like that made gentlemen eager to help, they never seemed to want her to do any shooting. Not that she thought it very likly she's need to shoot anyone, because Adam MacGregor had told her that just waiving her gun around and looking like she might, would likly be enough. Besides, as delinquent as the Whigs were, they were hardly likly to act rough towards a lady.
  9. Darlene & George A woman who thrived upon attention, Darlene's eyes flared at his sudden interest. "It is a stunning tale, I shall tell you that much, but not one that can be repeated here." she winked intending mysteriousness. "Besides, plain questions are hardly the fun way to discover answers... why don’t you guess and I shall tell you if you are hot or cold." Perhaps when the King learned that she had compiled a library of tracts and pamphlets, she'd be awarded with a proper and official title, and given the office actually. The best pamphlets were those contentious. Which meant… "I shall probably have to visit the green ribbon club." She whispered to Churchill, gauging his response. One thing for certain, she knew that Charles would think that was a terrible idea. Probably because it was dangerous. How exciting!
  10. Darlene Hamilton

    Gracie and the Bandit-April 6th, noon (open)

    There was literally nothing Darlene liked better than the sound of a cheer from an admiring audience, so that as it came from the gentleman’s quarter she fairly glowed in response! He even clapped. “It is testament to your mothers creativity that she managed to do so, m'Lord Banwell. And of course much is said that is not enunciated… ” she crooned warmly as she took in more details of this man. He was of a sensible age, possessed clear blue eyes, and a head of hair that was a-gleam with good health, “…but perhaps the art of communicating between the lines is not confined only to her fair sex?" her eyebrow rose and a smile played on her lips. The notion of a walk appealed. Well she was on a walk already, planning to go home, but newly charmed by this appreciative audience, she fancied a walk with Edmund if Gracie was happy to provide the excuse. Alas. “Oh, I think he’s still got some energy yet.” Darlene sounded disappointed when a walk was off the cards, and cautiously she reached to pat the racoons head, perhaps to prompt some livliness in it. While Bandit might be too tired now, Gracie came up with a clever idea. “Ooh yes, I’ve never even been to the Menagerie, lets go for a walk there!” While personally she thought that there was nothing at all wrong with normal pets, like cats or dogs, but perhaps she’d come to have time to relay this more privately to Edmund.
  11. Darlene Pulling her eyes away from her sweetheart on the floor below, Darlene tipped her head at George's question. "Do you think they dont?" Questions like that sounded like opportunities to her. "Then I shall need to begin such an archive. You do know I have my own office at the palace, though I'm letting Lord Aylesford use it at the moment - but one of the most redeeming features of the room is it's copious number of shelves. It would exactly perfect for a collection of pamphlets. Oh, and I shall be it's curator. That sounds terribly important doesn't it, but then most things I do are." she giggled, though she was entirely serious about this exceptionally brilliant idea. Charles would be so proud.
  12. Darlene Hamilton

    Gracie and the Bandit-April 6th, noon (open)

    It was a difficult moment; life was quite full of them actually. Or at least Darlene's life had been full of these sorts of misunderstandings and mix ups, like the time she'd hopped into a carriage thinking it her own but it hadn't been. Thank heavens she'd had Thomas to save her then. And thank heavens for Edmund at this moment, who's valiant humour was no less heroic. Darlene, in her uncertainty blinked again, and then understanding his joke broke into a laugh. "No not the racoon, although Cousin Heather's mischief might actually rival this little creature!" she replied to Edmund, her sunny (and relived!) smile returning to Grace now. "But actually I meant You milady, with the spirit to climb a tree if its deemed necessary. Just like my cousin Heather, you are bold and irrepressible!" The girl had pretty enough manners to apologise to her then, and Darlene waved her hand as though it was unnecessary, even though it actually had been. "That is quite alright, these things happen sometimes, and it would not be the first time that I've regretted talking about guns. I really should stop talking about them. It’s just that they are so exciting, and life can be so tiresome. I for one would prefer an occasional upset and the freedom to talk about all the most exciting subjects freely, than a safe and dull existence speaking only the things that everyone can smile and nod about...” Did she need to name some specifics? Perhaps. “…things like Cromwell, oh now there is a subject that they don’t like us talking about!” and then her eyebrow rose, with a glance towards Edmund she continued talking to the lady, “Or bosoms. We are not supposed to talk about them either.” Not that she thought men were averse to the subject at all. But where was she up to? Oh yes! “…. but I promise you, cross my heart and hope to die, that I shall also defend your little racoon fiercely from anyone!" Happy with her little speech Darlene wore a pleased-with-herself smile.
  13. Charles Whitehurst there discovered a small folded note (slid into his pocket earlier on) It read: In the Gallery "I wonder if there is a copy in the Kings Library?" Darlene wondered, turning to see what was going on as the Lords became quiet. They looked liek they were going to vote.
  14. Darlene Hamilton

    Gracie and the Bandit-April 6th, noon (open)

    Darlene stepped away blinking at the reaction, though if she'd had more time to think about it she might have appreciated it was defensiveness of her pet in Gracie's eyes, rather than what presented like anger. "Ah ... I" she’d not meant to upset, really she had meant to help, to correct an embarrassing mishap, it was all terribly uncommon. How can anyone be prepared for an encounter like this?! Her help had not been accepted, rejected really. It had been mention of a gun that had done it. Words hastily said, but possibly would never be forgotten. "oh dear..." Darlene turned feebly turned to the poor gentleman to mediate and fix the upset! "You remind me of my cousin Heather." Heather had been very unfinished when she first arrived in London too.
  15. Darlene Hamilton

    Gracie and the Bandit-April 6th, noon (open)

    “Not at all my lord, it just happens that I am exceptionally well informed.” Darlene bragged happily, "although I’d never heard of raccoons being gods to the natives there, even though the Queen of the Pamunkeys happens to be a dear friend of mine. Weronance Anne, perhaps you’ve heard of her?” Why not name drop when one could? It was not every noble woman in England that could boast that sort of connection. Meanwhile the raccoon discovered allure in Maisie’s basket, which went unnoticed by Darlene at the moment as she was too busy impressing the equally chatter some gent. “Enchantee Lord Banwell,” she dipped a prettily formal curtsy as she extended one hand, “ and I am Lady Oakham, pleased to meet.” Perhaps they shared a certain nervousness in common, for the third well-born of their grouping was not like the rest! The tree shuddered, Darlene’s eyes flared as she turned to see the girl Gracie lunging up into, snatching at but missing, and then tilting back over with vulgar language. “Heavens!” Darlene declared a second time, then turned to the gent and declared, “The folk of Somerset are not so different at all, for the folk of Whitehall would be equally dismayed!” Somebody had to intervene, before the young lady made an utter scandal of herself right here in broad daylight. “What ever are you doing Mistress?! We have ladders and servants for such things, and if all else fails a gun will see it settled!” Darlene hurried forwards trying to stop Graces skirts from flopping over too and giving the unsuspecting gentlman a sudden eyeful.
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