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Post by Belladonna on Sept 22, 2006 22:32:00 GMT -5
*Belladonna wandered through the hallway, holding a candle and gazing around. She had had a nightmare- a terrible one...*
A little girl skipped rope in a huge room, her twin braids bouncing as she jumped. Slowly, she began to sing along with the smack of the rope against the floor.
Miss Mary Mack, mack, mack All dressed in black, black, black She has a knife, knife, knife Stuck in her back, back, back. She cannt breathe, breathe, breathe She cannot cry, cry, cry That's why she begs, begs, begs She begs to die!
*She had awoken screaming when the little girl finished, and decided to look around to divert her thoughts from the nightmare. And so, she was...wandering.*
((Totally didn't just steal a scene from a book my friend is reading. Of course not. Never.))
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Post by dprwest on Sept 22, 2006 23:06:23 GMT -5
((So, sorry, I'm a little vague on the details here--do I walk straight into the den of wolves, or just pirouette around the cave entrance in a Speedo and Crave by Calvin Klein?))
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 22, 2006 23:10:08 GMT -5
((Gentleman's choice.))
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Post by dprwest on Sept 22, 2006 23:19:21 GMT -5
((That could be taken as permission to terminate with extreme prejudice.))
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 22, 2006 23:33:58 GMT -5
((He's your character, so you can decide whether or not to throw him to the wolves. But Belladonna has calmed down. She was channeling too much Kayte in the infirmiry.))
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Post by dprwest on Sept 22, 2006 23:46:36 GMT -5
((Oh thank God.))
*Westley cautiously stalks up and down the halls of the Opera, peering in doorways, ever-searching for his beloved.*
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Post by Susanna on Sept 23, 2006 2:55:37 GMT -5
Susanna tried to scream. After being knocked out by an unknown masked man, she found herself in one of the rooms in the Opera Populaire. Her ankels and hands were bound to a chair and her mouth had been gagged. "MMMMMM!!!!" she stomped her bound feet, desperately in need of help.
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 23, 2006 11:41:24 GMT -5
*Belladonna jumped when she heard someone walking around and someone else stomping* Um...hello? Is anyone there?
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Post by dprwest on Sept 23, 2006 14:06:01 GMT -5
*Westley stopped dead in his track, a strange feeling of awareness rolling over him in waves.* "I think I need a coffee," *he decided, turning to go and find the nearest locally-operated-certified-organic-and-fair-trade java kiosk.*
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 23, 2006 15:46:29 GMT -5
*looks around* Um...anyone?
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Post by Vianne Giry on Sept 23, 2006 15:47:41 GMT -5
((Well, I can't have him rescue Susanna, because she was KIDNAPPED by some other masked man and the similarities would freak her out. And he's probably going to end up throttling Belladonna.))
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 23, 2006 15:50:00 GMT -5
((Not if she can avoid him! I'll have her rescue Susanna or something.))
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Post by dprwest on Sept 23, 2006 16:32:19 GMT -5
*sips his latte* Oh that's nice! *spies Susanna as he passes by an open door.* "Ehm--need a hand?"
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Post by Susanna on Sept 23, 2006 16:40:40 GMT -5
"IM MEEERE! MMMM!!!" Susanna screamed. "MMMMERE!!!" She stomped her feet as loud as she could.
((O.M.G. Westley's drinking a damn latte when a cute sue is in grave danger? *shock*))
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Post by Belladonna on Sept 23, 2006 16:41:26 GMT -5
*Belladonna shrugged* Maybe it was just my imagination. *She skipped away, humming to herself*
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