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Post by The Sultana on Sept 6, 2007 0:04:24 GMT -5
*Storms in.*
*Looks around imperiously.*
"Someone tell me where that monster is. And in Allah's name, where's that damn daroga?"
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Mr. Bingley
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Post by Mr. Bingley on Sept 6, 2007 8:04:56 GMT -5
*Charles had walked back to the Opera from his newly-rented townhouse. He wondered whether he would meet anyone interesting--Paris was proving to be far more interesting than London.*
*He had walked unknowingly into the Foyer, and spotted a teenager who was standing like a queen and dressed oddly. He walked over to her.*
"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"
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Post by The Sultana on Sept 6, 2007 10:38:58 GMT -5
"Who are you? I am a Princess of Persia, I'll have you know. Shouldn't your forehead be on the floor, or . . . something?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 18:25:49 GMT -5
**BING**
*Bingley frowned.* "Um, I'm... sorry..." *He bent down awkardly in a bow at the waist, like he would for any other lady of stature.* "I'm Charles Bingley." *He said, then hastily added,* "Your, er, highnessness."
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