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Post by Arielle on Sept 21, 2006 14:58:05 GMT -5
*Arielle sighed softly as she stood at the top of the grand staircase, idly admiring the beauty and size of their stair-ness. It was nice to be here when it was so quiet- nobody to ask her any questions, or say something to remind her of Teddy. It was peaceful and silent- Arielle was sure that she could hear a pin drop. She closed her eyes, knowing that she would be able to hear somebody coming and compose herself prettily long before they saw her.*
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Post by ted on Sept 21, 2006 15:03:33 GMT -5
((Anvil of Foreshadowing: *drops*))
*Teddy glided along the corridors in search of Arielle.* The Vicomte's in prison--I can speak to her! Have her look at me instead of through me! *He came into the foyer and stopped, seeing Arielle at the head of the stairs. He felt a jubilant upwelling of love at the sight of her and the tingling dizziness that always came when he manifested physically. A moment later, he stood visible as if he lived, a wide grin of impossible happiness on his face as he gazed with glowing eyes at Arielle.* "Arielle!" *he called out joyfully and waved to her, his voice ringing strongly throughout the foyer as he began to run across the foyer towards her.*
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Post by Arielle on Sept 21, 2006 15:06:30 GMT -5
*Arielle's eyes snapped open when she heard that familiar voice* But- Oh, my God...*She fainted, falling forward and collapsing down the stairs before finally landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of them.*
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Post by ted on Sept 21, 2006 15:13:45 GMT -5
*Teddy felt a sickening lurch as he watched Arielle fall in slow motion. He dashed over to the stairs only to arrive as she crumpled to a stop at his feet (gravity being quicker than a non-corporeal entity's ability for sustained forward motion sans friction.) He knelt at her side and reached to her, only to see his hand pass through her face.* It can't be--I can't be slipping away again, not while she-- *Teddy clenched his fist and stared in agony at her placid, unconscious face.* She's slipping away, too...
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Post by Darren on Sept 21, 2006 15:14:26 GMT -5
((Another swoon, brought to you by the oh-so-predictable Arielle. ))
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Post by Arielle on Sept 21, 2006 15:17:57 GMT -5
((Admit it, everyone loves a predictable, constantly fainting girl. It's my new plan )) *Arielle's head rolled back, her body completely limp and her eyes closed. Her already pale face paled even more than usual, giving her a sickly look as she lay there. Arielle's usual soft breathing, not a thing most people would notice, was labored, each breath seeming to take forever to enter her lungs. A small cut from something random on her forehead began to bleed a little bit, adding to her wretched appearence.*
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Post by Susanna on Sept 22, 2006 0:02:21 GMT -5
((ZOMG!!!!!!!!11 TEH WANGST!!!!!!!11one!!1one!11!))
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Post by Arielle on Sept 22, 2006 12:19:24 GMT -5
*is unconscious* ... *pales* ... *breathes hard* ... *bleeds*
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Carlotta
- In the Duggins -
*Does something super diva-ish*
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Post by Carlotta on Sept 22, 2006 13:52:20 GMT -5
Carlotta goes into the foyer wanting to go shopping. "AH!" Carlotta slips on some blood. She kicks unconcious wench, hmphs, and stroll away acting like there was no one there.
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Post by Arielle on Sept 22, 2006 16:11:11 GMT -5
((Ouch))
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*bruises*
((*taps foot impatiently while waiting for Teddy to do...something.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Sept 22, 2006 16:25:20 GMT -5
((Teddy's dead and his ghost is having a hard time keeping it physically manifested, what's he going to do?))
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Post by Arielle on Sept 22, 2006 16:26:03 GMT -5
((...angst?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Sept 22, 2006 16:31:59 GMT -5
((He is good at that...))
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Post by Arielle on Sept 23, 2006 13:02:29 GMT -5
*lies there*
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Post by dprwest on Sept 23, 2006 14:04:23 GMT -5
*swoops in on a convenient rope.* "This girl must see a physician!" *he stated bluntly, sweeping her into his arms and bearing her away to the infirmary.*
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