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       Let It Be Me
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: February 4, 2014, 1:48 pm
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       Lili; a 23 year old currently studying to complete a degree in
       Botany has been given the opportunity to branch out from her
       University so she may study for a brief period under the
       watchful eye of Mr Harrison. Given that George has such an
       extensive area of land to work with, Friar Park was most suited
       toward helping her achieve her goals. Will she impress him - or
       will her skills not be up to par? Only time will tell of the
       roads these two find themselves travelling; and the new lease of
       life it offers in return.
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       Re: Let It Be Me
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: February 7, 2014, 8:37 am
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       Lili approached the rather large mansion with only one thing in
       mind; to prove that she is worthy of receiving a degree in her
       chosen subject. Not a great many her age would opt for something
       so trying, but she had no doubts it would take her far in life.
       There was always a spot of gardening that had to be done, so she
       would never be short of work. No matter the trials within her
       life that were likely to bring her down often, gardening would
       always be there to break her fall and stop her from sinking
       deeper into unknown territory. Thus far, her world had proven a
       lot less challenging than she would have imagined, but there was
       always room for matters of reality to change when you least
       expected it. And she had been awaiting that day for a very long
       time; it had yet to make itself known. Perhaps for the next few
       years at least, it would allow her to live her life in a way she
       wanted, as opposed to what others wanted of her. Living by
       someone else’s rules was never an appealing thing, but most were
       unfortunate in their ventures to escape that kind of path.
       Over one shoulder, she carried a heavy looking and low hanging
       bag, containing all the necessary equipment for a spot of
       gardening. Though she was only going to be within Friar Park for
       a few months, she appeared to have packed for a few years
       instead. A slight chuckle rose in her throat as she leaned back
       against the solid gates to catch her breath. There had been no
       hill leading up to the home itself, but her bus had broken down
       near enough a few miles away and with little money to pay for a
       taxi, walking the rest of the way had been the only option. Now
       tired and worn down, she hoped Mr. Harrison would be kind enough
       to let her recuperate with a cup of coffee before getting to
       work. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself back off of the gate
       and located a nearby buzzer. Unsure of what to expect, she
       pressed the button marked Front Gate and waited patiently. There
       were more than a dozen buttons on that thing; it was quite a
       sight to see, until a loud buzz made her squeal and jump back.
       With her hand over her heart, simply shocked to the core at such
       a loud sound, she held her head high and walked on through as
       the gates parted slightly, allowing entrance.
       Well, that was perhaps a little odd. Normally, the person who
       owned the home would request details on whoever wished to enter,
       rather than letting them inside immediately. Perhaps he had been
       expecting her, which was very likely given how late she was
       already. It was approaching mid-afternoon already and she knew
       it was because she’d had to walk a fair distance. Maybe
       hitchhiking would have gotten her here a little sooner; on time,
       as she should have been. But no, she was just under three hours
       late and he was bound to be irritated. To dwell on such matters,
       though, was not an ideal solution and she deduced he would not
       waste any amount of time reprimanding her on such slackness. As
       she tread over the salmon coloured gravel beneath her wellington
       boots, careful not to kick any out of place and leave a naked
       patch of soil, a smile graced her lips. These were perfect
       conditions for her to begin work and if he would allow her to do
       so, she would very much like to give the stones a good once over
       with a hose, as well. They appeared neat and tidy as the sky had
       already darkened a fair bit, but by break of day, she figured
       they would have collected specks of dust and dirt.
       Just up ahead, where the gravel coated ground met the steps
       leading up to his front door, said door opened to reveal a
       friendly looking man; her employer. For the time being, she
       would be doing exactly as he asked and not putting a foot out of
       line if she wished to do well. Lili devised many weeks ago that
       this opportunity was something she’d never even consider ruining
       and so, knew it would be a smooth run. Only a select few times
       had her superiors chided her for work that needed improving, yet
       even then, she knew exactly what had to be done and would in a
       short amount of time, resolve any problems. For someone like
       Mr.Harrison, she would be on her best behaviour and strive to be
       the best gardener she could when in his presence, for he himself
       was incredibly knowledgeable on that particular subject so would
       know immediately if she had done something wrong.
       “Welcome, love. You’re a little late, but that’s of no
       importance. I can see you’ve come well equipped; a lot of
       dedication there,” he smiled warmly, retreating down the steps
       to meet me halfway as he unhooked my bag and tossed it over his
       own shoulder.
       “Oh.. thank you, it was beginning to weigh me down for a moment
       there,” she responded, a soft chuckle passing through her lips
       as she was relieved of the heavy load. “I apologise for arriving
       so late, Mr. Harrison.. I had to walk the last few miles.”
       Lili glanced over toward her employer for the first time, having
       only ever seen him in media form before and realised then and
       there, he was stunning. Media materials made him look a very
       handsome man indeed, but reality was so much more complimentary
       of his beautiful features, not to mention those locks. His hair
       was of a similar shade to her own, but far neater and looked
       much more alive. What she would give to have strands so well
       cared for and vibrant in colour. His face was somewhat pale, but
       she put that down to being stuck within the shade whenever he
       dropped into his garden every once in a while to work on things.
       It was an easy mistake to make, though she much preferred the
       cool temperature when it came to working hard outdoors as well.
       Being away from the suns scorching heat was a breath of fresh
       air; so to speak. And in that moment, she had great admiration
       for him.
       “So.. Mr. Harrison,” she began, only to find herself cut off
       mid-sentence when he turned to her and grinned.
       “Please, love. Call me George.. I feel like an old man
       otherwise” he chuckled, carrying on up the porch and pushing the
       door open further so she could step into his home.
       A bashful smile spread over her lips at his words and she nodded
       weakly in response, fearing that words would now fail her. The
       sky was really beginning to darken now, but under the moonlight
       made gardening much more beautiful. She would have to ask, of
       course. Irritating him further was not something she wished to
       divulge in. And as he lead her through the wide hallway and into
       a room on the far left, her worries ceased to exist. It looked
       awfully inviting and when he asked her to make herself at home,
       she knew not to panic further. Feeling a bit rude, however, she
       took the bag from his shoulder and set it down on a nearby chair
       before returning to his side. Coughing gently to clear the frog
       in her throat, she extended her hand toward him and smiled; a
       genuine smile, without much difficulty.
       “Lili Elsen,” she spoke, the smile not once leaving her face as
       he sprung his own hand forward to capture hers, shaking it
       gently before raising it and placing a gentle kiss on the back.
       “Pleasure, love. I’m George Harrison” he joked, tossing a wink
       her way and keeping a firm grip on her hand for a few minutes in
       case she tried to shyly pull away from him.
       And that was exactly something she longed to do, to hide the
       redness of her usually pale cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed
       by the entire situation. Prior to this particular day, she had
       herself believing she’d be as cool as a cucumber around the man,
       no matter who he was, nor how distracting his looks would be,
       yet here she was all doe-eyed. No doubt, he thought of her as
       just another crazy fan, though a little more on the quiet side;
       a lot like himself actually. It was something he could relate to
       and so, the chatter between them both should be fairly simple
       and flow with ease, or so he hoped. Trying to pry words out of
       the young woman, whilst it sounded fun, was incredibly tiring.
       He hoped she would not be too silent.
       “So, you bear the name of my favourite flower; that is an
       interesting factor” he spoke up, hoping to encourage a brief
       amount of chatter as she walked away and took a seat.
       Following suit, he took a seat in the chair opposite her and
       smiled warmly. If a smile did not ease all her previous worries,
       he didn’t know what would and given that she already seemed to
       be a lovely lady, he didn’t wish to frighten her even the
       smallest amount.
       “Oh.. yes, I suppose I do” she replied, making a mental note to
       remember his favourite flower, should she come across them
       whilst working away on his garden. Of course, she had known a
       fair bit about him prior to her arrival. In fact, she had known
       enough for many years, being a huge fan and all. The Beatles
       were incredible, but George on his own was even more wonderful
       and she found his solo work to be the best of the lot. Now and
       again, she would play a track of two of his and wind up lost in
       her own little world; captivated by his voice, almost in a
       trance of sorts. Perhaps that was the same effect that chanting
       had on him. That was something else she made a note of. Wanting
       to ask him about his chosen religion had always been of a
       fascination and so, she decided to get to it right away.
       “George.. um, can you tell me a little bit about Hinduism?” she
       asked, brushing aside a loose strand of hair as it fell about
       her face.
       A bright smile appeared on the mans lips at such a request and
       in that moment, she knew she would have no trouble in asking him
       to delve into similar discussions from now on. Why had she been
       so fearful or broaching a topic like that? Religion was a bitter
       subject for many, but if two people were fond of one in
       particular and happened to agree on its practices, there was no
       real harm in having a conversation about everything involved.
       And with not knowing too much about it; only wanting to garner a
       bit more information, she felt that asking would keep him both
       happy and occupied whilst she admired him from the short
       distance currently between the two. A few minutes was not
       enough. She longed to memorise every inch of his face so that
       when he was not within sight, she could paint that picture
       inside her head.
       “Well, there’s a lot to say really. Is there anything in
       particular you’re interested in finding out about, love?” he
       questioned, scratching the top of his head as he thought a
       moment.
       “Oh, er.. how about meditation? I understand you do an awful lot
       of that and I was wondering.. how do you feel afterwards?” she
       asked, a small smile passing over her lips.
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       Re: Let It Be Me
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: February 7, 2014, 12:37 pm
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       Where do I begin?! This is fab and I can't wait for more my
       dear. I felt quite bad for poor Lili as she trudged all the way
       to the front gates like that, damn public transit. ;) I do
       believe you'd made me fall for dear George here my dear. Keep up
       the wonderful work! I've got to know George's answer and what
       Lili plans for Friar Park! *hugs*  ;D
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