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Post by sade on Nov 5, 2006 23:30:49 GMT -5
*walks into the foyer and leans against a pillar, simply watching.*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 5, 2006 23:32:58 GMT -5
Sydney was walking into ther foyer after a good target practice when she noticed a new face...
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Post by kayte on Nov 5, 2006 23:33:12 GMT -5
((Who to send in...who to send in...
Ooh.))
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Post by paris on Nov 5, 2006 23:34:52 GMT -5
*wobbles in and promptly crashes into the pillar and falls flat on her face, her designer bag, puppy, 5 trillion kittens, lemur-thing, cigarettes, and a lot of diamond jewelry flying everywhere* Who put this stupid pillar here anyway? I'm going to sue. This is ridiculous. NO respect...don't they know that i've been on the cover of 17 twice?!?
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Post by Sydney on Nov 5, 2006 23:36:22 GMT -5
Sydney stopped and pretended to fiddle with her gadgets as she kept a keen eye on both strange looking people.
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Post by sade on Nov 6, 2006 0:13:41 GMT -5
*simply laughs softly to himself and begins to make notes on a small piece of paper with a stub of a pencil he carried in his coat pocket.*
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Post by paris on Nov 6, 2006 0:17:44 GMT -5
*picks up her purse, stands up, and gives him her 'hello' glare* Hi. I'm Paris. Do you always leave people who are attacked by pillars lying on the floor?
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Post by Sydney on Nov 6, 2006 0:19:32 GMT -5
Sydney quietly watched at tried to resist rolling her eyes...
What the hell was he writing down?
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Post by sade on Nov 6, 2006 1:01:04 GMT -5
*smirks* "Paris...in Paris? What a fascinating play on words could be made on that..." *he leaned towards her.* "And what is it you do for a living, Miss Paris?"
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 6, 2006 14:46:51 GMT -5
((*snickers* Paris is going to get SO upset. No one knows who she is...and no one cares, either.))
Demiselle strolled into the foyer and paused as she saw Sydney watching two people--a tall, disturbingly thin blonde with a dress so short it was grotesque, and a dark young man who put her in mind of Nadir, the Persian.
She peered closer and frowned. No, Nadir had never had such a sense of cruelty about him. This man's very aura was dark, cold, and deadly.
Sadistic. He was sadistic.
Cocking her head, she stepped up beside Sydney and put her mouth close to the brunette's ear.
"It's me," she murmered softly. "Who is the man?"
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Post by Sydney on Nov 6, 2006 15:09:44 GMT -5
Sydney whispered, barely moving her mouth, "That's what I'm trying to find out. He doesn't seem too normal..."
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 6, 2006 15:22:56 GMT -5
"I think he is insane," Demiselle muttered, and tried to ignore Sydney's choking motions as she held in laughter.
Her eyes narrowed. "I do not trust him. Who here can keep an eye on him?"
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Post by Sydney on Nov 6, 2006 15:33:05 GMT -5
Sydney never took her eyes off the man, "I'll do it... he does seem like an odd one..."
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Post by Demiselle on Nov 6, 2006 15:36:14 GMT -5
Demiselle turned and stared at her.
"He seems intent on hunting females. Perhaps we should ask a man to watch him. Is there anyone who would help us?"
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Post by Sydney on Nov 6, 2006 15:38:21 GMT -5
"Great," Sydney muttered sarcastically. "Another Rolo..."
Syd thought for a moment, "Maybe Sark...but I don't think he should be out after the escape. I really shouldn't be out either. Do you have anyone?"
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