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Post by Sydney on Oct 25, 2006 20:51:29 GMT -5
((Please...a bitchy lady with a crazy Italian accent who can screech out REAL F6's will NOT be out shined why EMMY Possum Rossum.))
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Post by tessa on Oct 25, 2006 20:51:49 GMT -5
*Tessa glared at the newcomer, then shrugged and walked away.* Bigger fish to fry... *she said to herself.*
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Oct 25, 2006 20:55:10 GMT -5
The gho--Oh! The Ghost!
*laughs for real, in an truly amused way, not a nasty or condescending way*
I, uh, I suppose you could say I'm here as a guest of his as well.
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Post by Sydney on Oct 25, 2006 20:56:19 GMT -5
((You mean Gerik...XD
and Tess...is EMMY the fish you're talking about?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 25, 2006 20:57:35 GMT -5
((Rolo is the fish I'm talkin' 'bout, Willis.))
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 25, 2006 20:58:40 GMT -5
Demiselle tilted her head slightly.
"Are you, madamoiselle?" she asked softly. She slowly began to circle Emmy.
"From what I understood, Erik befriends only his own kind."
She stopped right behind Emmy.
"Murderers, madamoislle," she whispered in her ear. "And rapists."
Stepping back, she slid her knife out its sheath and began to examine it idly.
"The only exception is perhaps the son of Ghangis Kahn. But then," she added, looking up at Emmy, "perhaps that is no real exception at all."
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Post by Sydney on Oct 25, 2006 21:01:22 GMT -5
((I know~ XD But...Emmy and her fish-eyes...I got confused...))
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Oct 25, 2006 21:01:39 GMT -5
Oooooohhhhkaaaaay...
*clears throat*
Um, I'm sorry...I--I have to go find the managers...
*skitters off, Manolos clicking on the marble*
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 25, 2006 21:05:10 GMT -5
Demiselle threw her head back and baring her long white throat, began to laugh.
"Erik," she whispered. "Erik, I have struck down yet another weakness for you. You must thank me some day."
Still laughing manically, the former priestess lifted her arms and made a salutation to the goddess of the night.
As she brought the knife down across her wrist, she threw her head back and howled.
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Post by River on Oct 26, 2006 3:45:29 GMT -5
*River sat at the top of the stairs and watched the blond lady.* Crazy lady....I like her.
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 26, 2006 12:50:44 GMT -5
Demiselle lifted her knife hand and started to leave the foyer when the flash of black hair caught her eye.
She examined the hazel-eyed girl with interest, but said nothing. Then, as the sun shifted and poured over River, Demiselle's eyes widened.
She recovered quickly.
"Good day to you, fae child," she said softly, bowing. Then, touching her forehead, she turned and strode out the doors of the Opera into the bright sunshine beyond.
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Post by River on Oct 27, 2006 3:29:44 GMT -5
"Bye". *River said back. After the lady left, River felt a bit lonely and started to juggle with a couple of apples that had magically appeared.*
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