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Post by Phoenix on Apr 23, 2008 9:22:42 GMT -5
*Phoenix trembled under his touch, unaware of the current that ran through the man. "Evil" often read "sexy," after all.*
"Then I'll try."
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 23, 2008 12:40:17 GMT -5
He smiled and squeezed her shoulders "Eet ees ze best anyvone can do."
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 23, 2008 20:23:21 GMT -5
*Phoenix smiled tremulously and stumbled back to her dressing room.*
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 23, 2008 20:29:58 GMT -5
He stared calmly as she closed the door to her dressing room which he could totally see from there.
As she closed it, he found himself trembling, his body shaking with anger, hate, fear, sadness, grief and all those other angsty words one might use for having a terrible day.
He looked out to the stage and pulled one of the dancers back, telling him, he was the makeshift emcee for the rest of the night.
He was taking the night off.
He wasn't sure where he'd go.
Wherever it would be. It was going to be quiet, with as little people he could find.
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