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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 16:40:02 GMT -5
*Jareth sat on the bannister of the stairs, one leg swinging idly as he juggled three crystal orbs in one graceful hand.*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 17:43:54 GMT -5
*Mira started as she walked into the room. Was that...David Bowie???*
"Can I help you, sir?"
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:06:02 GMT -5
"That is something I very much doubt," *he said in a drawling, posh British voice.* "Are you a witch?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 20:12:24 GMT -5
"Depends on your point of view."
I am a suethor, after all
"Who were you looking for?"
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:13:49 GMT -5
"...no one in particular," *he said with a feline shrug. He glanced up the single grand staircase.*
"...you have very boring stairs in this world of yours."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 20:15:46 GMT -5
*She shrugged*
"They were written that way."
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:16:31 GMT -5
"Mmm. And I suppose someone got paid to write them?" *he snorted.* "...why?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 20:19:36 GMT -5
"Entertainment."
*She raised her brow*
"What would you prefer?"
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:23:06 GMT -5
"...but they could be...so much more...entertaining..."
*With a smug grin, he twirled one of the orbs in his palm before he cast it at the staircase, where in a flash the foyer became full of many staircases going in every possible and impossible direction.*
"...now THOSE are stairs."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 20:27:30 GMT -5
DUDE...
"Impressive."
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:31:45 GMT -5
"Yes. I know," *he said calmly as he began to walk up a staircase that hung down from the ceiling.*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 30, 2007 20:34:29 GMT -5
*Well, he clearly didn't need her help. And much as she would love to fangirl him, she did have other creepy men in tight pants to worry about...*
"Enjoy your stay."
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Post by petit on Dec 30, 2007 20:39:16 GMT -5
"I intend to." *his voice floated back as he disappeared around--or above--a corner.*
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