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Post by sade on Nov 18, 2006 19:12:25 GMT -5
So I hear my friend Raoul de Chagny is dead...
*sweeping his cape over his shoulders with a graceful gesture, Wessex strode through the foyer.*
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Post by Irene on Nov 18, 2006 22:41:57 GMT -5
I noticed an imposing man enter into the foyer.
"Good evening sir. Are you looking for someone?"
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Post by sade on Nov 18, 2006 22:43:20 GMT -5
*A thought struck him.* He was in...theatre... "I'm looking for a Master Shakespeare..."
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Post by Irene on Nov 18, 2006 22:46:30 GMT -5
Sorry, he's been dead for over a hundred years.
"The playwright? I don't think he works here, but I could be wrong. Perhaps the managers might know- I could show you to their office?"
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Post by sade on Nov 18, 2006 22:49:15 GMT -5
*Wessex nodded shortly.* "That will do well enough. Lead on," *he said curtly, taking off his plumed cap and tucking it under his arm and adjusting his cuffs.*
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Post by Irene on Nov 18, 2006 22:50:04 GMT -5
((I'll continue this in the manager's office))
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