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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:34:14 GMT -5
"Vas it, Victor? Vas it Frankenstein?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:38:02 GMT -5
*She started to giggle for no apparent reason*
"Victor is Victor, in the land of the dead."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:45:53 GMT -5
That was the last straw, really that was it, he couldn't take anymore. He had just gotten used to the fact that she hated him along with the fact that she was dead. Now here she was basically telling him in her broken mind that her husband brought her back from the dead and started killing people.
He didn't have to ask her to show him, he believed her, he had seen too many things in Paris not to believe that this Dr. Husband of her's had done this.
It didn't take a genius to know what to do next.
"For vat it's vorth, you look beautiful."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:48:36 GMT -5
*She laughed again, shaking her head*
"The bullet went in and left a mark, and prettiness dropped like petals."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:52:15 GMT -5
"No" he moved to touch her hand "you'll alvays be beautiful to me."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:53:56 GMT -5
*She smiled and leaned against his arm*
"It's all so colorful here. So alive."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:57:02 GMT -5
His hand rubbed her forearm slowly pushing down the glove, he could see the stitching, but only for a moment.
He'd kill that Frankenstein.
"You used to vork here you know, you vere my best employee."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 22:03:53 GMT -5
"Was I? It's hard to tell...I think we said everything was beautiful. Was it? I don't remember."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 22:05:20 GMT -5
"Everysink is beautiful" he scooted closer to her "oh yes, everysink."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 22:20:27 GMT -5
*She let herself lie against him*
"Things aren't pretty outside. Except for the creatures- they're pretty and soft and Victor lets me keep them."
*Mira gave a sigh*
"I talk too much, but I don't know how to stop."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 22:24:52 GMT -5
Dead or not dead she smelled the same, although there was a definite hint of formaldehyde, but he wouldn't know that. His hand continued to caress her arm "It's alvays beautiful here" he whispered "and youf are alvays velcome to stay here and live vith se beauty forever."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 22:36:09 GMT -5
"All beauty must die."
*Her words were spoken as if singing a song*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 22:39:30 GMT -5
"Sen ve can stay in se beauty till it dies" he nuzzled his face in to her neck, he could feel the stitches behind the cloth but ignored it.
"Vould you like to see backstage?" No matter what she said, he was going to take her back there anyway.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 22:43:00 GMT -5
*She murmered something that might have been a response*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 22:44:38 GMT -5
"Sats good, come on" he pulled her up from where she was sitting and began strutting her through the club toward the backstage.
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