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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 21:04:55 GMT -5
*She was crying by now*
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't left him this never would have happened..."
*The tears stopped, and she grabbed hold of the bottle on the floor*
"That bastard..."
*Realizing he wouldn't want her nearbye, she let him out, then started to march backstage...*
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 21:12:57 GMT -5
Louis stood outside the club and put his pants on, he couldn't feel the cold, he couldn't feel anything. He walked home, slowly.
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 21:13:53 GMT -5
"Vasn't she beaaautiful? Reowr!" The Emcee giggled as he flounced off of the stage, humming to himself.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 21:15:47 GMT -5
*Backstage, out of view of the guests, a bottle came flying at his face*
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 21:18:43 GMT -5
He didn't see that coming.
He flew back, slamming against a wall, the bottle breaking as it hit the ground. "Vat in the vorld" he looked up, his eyes wide with surprise.
"I see youf found heem."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 21:22:59 GMT -5
"You bastard!" *she shrieked. Luckily, the crowd outside either didn't hear this or was used to it. She picked up a lamp and hurled that at him for good measure.*
"Two for both of us, is that it?!"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 21:25:49 GMT -5
Luckily the lamp missed, but not by much.
"Vat does eet matter to youf Meera? HRM?"
He stood up sharply and stared at her.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 21:29:47 GMT -5
"Oh, but you didn't hear. Two times for us both..."
*She gave him a smile that was somehow more frightening than her glare had been*
"You didn't hear one of the real reasons behind my split from Victor. That one of his patrons beat and fucked me while I screamed for help!"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 21:32:40 GMT -5
His eyes widened "W-What did you say?" Why hadn't she told him? Was she waiting for him to do something like this.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 21:40:30 GMT -5
"I was still too upset to talk about it, but since you asked..."
*Her eyes narrowing, she gave a hollow laugh*
"Ask him about it when you meet in hell! I meant the same to both of you..."
*With that, she allowed Fritzi to shoo her out the door*
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 21:52:45 GMT -5
He fell quickly to the floor, her confession plowed through him like a train through a aluminum wall.
He was quiet for a moment.
"Vatever" he whispered "eets better zat she hate me, eet's better that she leaf this vay, so she nefer coomes back to ze Kit Kat Klub."
He extended his legs in front of him "eet's better zis vay."
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 15, 2008 11:04:11 GMT -5
*Phoenix found him, her face pale and wan though her eyes burned fever bright.*
"What's this I hear about a new girl taking the top spot?" *she demanded.*
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 15, 2008 17:44:55 GMT -5
"Go sober oop, and I'll tell youf" he went to stand up.
He had complete forgotten about Phoenix, it had been a long day.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 15, 2008 18:02:33 GMT -5
*Now that he was standing, Phoenix stared up at him.*
"I'm not drunk," *she said stiffly, but inside she cringed.* "Besides, what right have you to tell me what to do?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 16, 2008 2:07:23 GMT -5
"I haf none" he rolled his eyes "und I deeden't say youf vere drunk, Pheonix" his voice was cold.
"I knowf about ze powder, zat is vhy you deeden't get ze top spot, oonderstand?"
He pushed by her, he felt shaky, as if an earthquake was following him.
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