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Post by Christian on Dec 23, 2006 16:19:30 GMT -5
Christian wandered into the foyer and looked up at the staircase. "Have I been here before?" he asked himself.
What was going on? Christian couldn't keep remember a thing about this place and he specifically recalled the manager said "the Opera Populaire".
"Maybe it's another Opera Populaire, but how many opera houses are there in Paris?" he muttered.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 23, 2006 16:29:17 GMT -5
Sydney ran into the foyer and immediately noticed Christian. She rushed over to him and grabbed him roughly by the arms.
"Come with me," she said flatly, dragging him out of the foyer and into a nearby carriage.
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Post by Christian on Dec 23, 2006 16:43:48 GMT -5
"Uhh--uh, excuse me, mademoiselle? Do I know you? What are you doing? Please, mademoiselle, where are you taking me?" a startled Christian asked.
"I'm sorry, mademoiselle, but I am trying to figure out something. If you would just be so kind as to unhand me--" Christian tried to loosen Syd's grip on his hand.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 23, 2006 16:52:30 GMT -5
Sydney tightened her grip on him as she swung him around to face her. “There’s a time and place for everything; this is neither!” she screamed as she opened the door to a carriage. “Now, get in before I have to do something drastic.”
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Post by Christian on Dec 23, 2006 16:53:58 GMT -5
Christian quickly silenced himself. This was a woman to be reckoned with.
He got in the carriage as she had instructed.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 23, 2006 16:56:13 GMT -5
Syd shouted a location in French then didn't say a word to Christian all the way.
((To the Hotel Blanche!))
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