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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 1, 2008 1:41:49 GMT -5
*The next night, Mira entered the back of the club, silently praying the man had come to his senses and would call off this horrible plan...*
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 1, 2008 1:57:29 GMT -5
But he hadn't changed his mind, not at all, in fact as the hours had passed the idea seemed to get better and better. He watched her enter the club through the back and followed her as quietly as he could.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 1, 2008 10:06:12 GMT -5
*She didn't hear him, looking around and still feeling almost as if she was in a trance*
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 6, 2008 0:57:57 GMT -5
Slowly he came up behind her as she passed an empty dressing room, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her in slamming the door shut.
It was pitch black.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 7, 2008 0:52:45 GMT -5
*Mira gave a sharp intake of breath and stumbled, falling to the floor*
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 7, 2008 22:43:05 GMT -5
"Scared" a voice came from the shadows, it was unmistakable.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 9, 2008 11:27:05 GMT -5
"Yes" she whispered.
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 11, 2008 1:28:22 GMT -5
The Emcee grew closer to her "Good" his hand caressed her face gently.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 11, 2008 1:32:31 GMT -5
"Do you- do you have anything? Any pills?"
*She seemed rather frantic*
"I can't do this without something to take!"
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 11, 2008 1:39:22 GMT -5
"Sat vasn't part of our deal, you should haf brought your own" he almost growled.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 11, 2008 1:43:18 GMT -5
"You've got enough just in your bloodstream to supply half the population of Europe!" *she snapped.*
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 11, 2008 1:52:07 GMT -5
"I'f been sober for a year Meera sanks youf fery much" he grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 13, 2008 16:39:58 GMT -5
*Mira didn't put up much of a fight. She seemed to be willing herself into a state of delirium, allowing her own madness to take the place of drugs. She began to whisper the words to an old song she had sung at the cabaret.*
"Men swarm around me like moths to a flame. If they get burned, how am I to blame..."
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Post by The Emcee on Nov 15, 2008 1:18:49 GMT -5
He twirled her around in the dark and pulled her down to the bed and watched her with a devilish eye.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 18, 2008 14:30:00 GMT -5
*Mira shivered, but didn't struggle. She tried to bring her mind back to the time when she'd loved him when all of this would have been alright.*
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