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Post by Pina on Jun 6, 2008 22:59:38 GMT -5
*She began to answer, then just sighed.*
"No. No they weren't. Unless you count subterranean dwelling madman as a gypsy."
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 6, 2008 23:00:39 GMT -5
"Then how..."
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Post by Pina on Jun 6, 2008 23:02:42 GMT -5
"My father looks like this too. But worse," *she explained slowly.*
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 6, 2008 23:03:24 GMT -5
"Oh."
*He thought for a second."
"Were his parents gypsys?"
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Post by Pina on Jun 6, 2008 23:05:17 GMT -5
"As far as I'm aware there are no gypsies in my ancestry."
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 6, 2008 23:06:42 GMT -5
"Oh." *This was all very confusing to him, and it showed on his face.* "Oh." *He repeated unnecessarily.*
*He plodded over to his Paris model and fixed the positions of several of the figurines. Frollo had moved them last time he was up here, he supposed.*
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Post by Pina on Jun 6, 2008 23:12:11 GMT -5
*She followed him, cringing slightly.*
"I'll put the veil back on if you like."
*She watched him for a moment.*
"Did you make that yourself?"
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 6, 2008 23:12:35 GMT -5
*He turned and nodded at her.*
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Post by Pina on Jun 6, 2008 23:17:22 GMT -5
"It's amazing," *she said, touching one of the buildings.*
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 7, 2008 6:19:23 GMT -5
*He turned a little pink and looked at the floor, where he would have scuffed his feet were it not guaranteed to knock him off-balance.*
"Well, I-I-I-I mean... I just have a lot of time, is all... "
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Post by Pina on Jun 7, 2008 12:33:18 GMT -5
*She gave him an encouraging smile.*
"You know, you could do this. Professionally, I mean. You could sell these.*
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 7, 2008 13:13:48 GMT -5
"N-no, I couldn't leave the bell tower..."
*With that, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a deep voice calling his name. His eyes got huge and he himself tensed, looking panicked.*
"Hide!" *He hissed. The footsteps got ever closer.*
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Post by Pina on Jun 7, 2008 13:17:27 GMT -5
*She ducked into a corner where she had a good view of what was going on. This must be that Frollo person.
Too late to retrieve it, she realized that she'd left her veil on the table with the model Paris.*
Shit.
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 7, 2008 13:29:31 GMT -5
*Quasi managed to muster the presence of mind to throw the veil under the table before Frollo came in. Said Frollo entered, tall and gaunt and dressed in ridiculous black robes and a really funny hat, but still looking terrifying.*
"Good evening, Quasimodo."
"G-g-good evening, m-master."
"I've brought you some supper." *Said the judge, setting a basket with some cheese, bread and grapes on the table.*
"Th-thank you, m-master." *Quasi stammered, rushing to get Frollo's iron plate and his own wooden one with corresponding goblets. He poured the water as Frollo sat down.* "I d-d-didn't know y-y-you were c-c-coming, or I would have c-cleaned up..."
"Nonsense; I'm never too busy to share a meal with you, my boy." *Though from a truly fatherly man this would have been comforting, from the cold, calculating Frollo it sounded menacing. Frollo set out the food and noticed that Quasi wasn't eating anything, and looked uncomfortable.* "Something's wrong. You're not eating." *He said accusingly.*
"I... er..." *Quasi took the opportunity to stuff his face with grapes and smile unconvincingly. Frollo frowned and stood.* "Nww, wthhh..." *Quasi cried desperately through his mouthful of fruit, reaching out a hand, but not before Frollo could discover Pina's hiding spot and clench her arm in an iron grip to pull her out. He glared accusingly at the both of them.*
"Quasimodo, who is this girl?"
*Quasi just stood there, terrorized to the point of speechlessness. He gaped like a very ugly fish.*
((Nww, wthhh = No, wait))
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Post by Pina on Jun 7, 2008 13:39:14 GMT -5
*Pina tried in vain to wrench her arm out of his grip.*
"Let go of me!" *she snapped, her furious glare looking all the more scary because of her deformity.*
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