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Post by Rose on Oct 13, 2006 15:10:43 GMT -5
The dress was made of expensive damask, but Marianne was so pleased with the bundle of fur in her arms that she didn't mind.
"Do you have a name, missy?" she said under her breath.
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Post by Emmanuelle on Oct 13, 2006 15:13:49 GMT -5
*gets tangled in the layers of damask*
Foolish human! I shall triumph!
"Mrrrow!"
*rubs her little kitty head against Marianne's dress, then scampers out of her arms and onto the desk, scratching at the papers*
I'm Emmanuelle the Grey. Not Emmy, not Em, not Emmanuelle. Emmanuelle the Grey. Got it?
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Post by Rose on Oct 13, 2006 15:20:56 GMT -5
Marianne's dog, who had been previously sniffing the floor behind her skirts, rested his head on the desk and eyed the cat with acute interest.
((Sorry... I'm a big animal lover, gotta drag her dog into the mix...))
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Post by Emmanuelle on Oct 13, 2006 15:27:50 GMT -5
*sees the dog, hisses*
Mongrel! Fear me!
*jumps down from the desk, scratches the dog and dashes out the door*
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Post by Rose on Oct 13, 2006 15:32:39 GMT -5
((He's a purebred Pharaoh Hound, thank ye kindly.))
Marianne sighed. "Look, you scared her away." She realized being in the office was useless, and left.
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Post by Anakin Skywalker on Oct 13, 2006 16:37:25 GMT -5
((Ooh, the cold shoulder. I see how it is.)) ((Isn't he supposed to be surly?))
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Post by Arielle on Oct 13, 2006 17:09:53 GMT -5
((Yeah, he is.))
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 13, 2006 17:44:56 GMT -5
*Comes running in* There's a girl in the middle of the maze! And there's light everywhere! Has anyone gone missing recently?
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Post by Belladonna on Oct 15, 2006 15:46:27 GMT -5
*Belladonna began to put up posters everywhere*
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Post by Tasha on Jan 17, 2012 1:18:31 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
She had only one other lead aside from the inn: the opera house. The Populaire, unfortunately, seemed to be rather empty, although for it's seemingly-abandoned air it was well-kept. She knew there was only one person, really, who would be able to answer anything about her mother: the managers. Her mother had sung at this opera, and even if they themselves didn't recall her, surely they had some sort of record of her having been in one of their productions.
Tasha knocked determinedly on the office door.
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Post by The Managers on Jan 17, 2012 1:21:13 GMT -5
There was a brief moment of silence before a hesitant voice said:
"Yes?"
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Post by Tasha on Jan 17, 2012 18:07:58 GMT -5
"I'd like to speak to the managers, if they're in."
Why weren't they opening the door? It's a bit rude making people talk to you through one.
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Post by The Managers on Jan 18, 2012 10:51:19 GMT -5
"Speaking." Said a different voice.
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Post by Tasha on Jan 18, 2012 10:52:00 GMT -5
Tasha crossed her arms in exasperation.
"Could you open the door?"
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Post by The Managers on Jan 18, 2012 18:56:55 GMT -5
A moment of silence.
"We can't."
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