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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 15:06:41 GMT -5
**Either another day or a different back alley**
Beatrice wandered around the alleys, completely lost. Why had she gone all the way across the city so late? She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, looking around and behind her, but she didn't see anyone. She made sure that the knife that she had hidden was still there...
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Mar 25, 2007 15:09:42 GMT -5
*steps out of the tavern and sets off down the alley back to his lodgings, looking at the ground as he was deep in thought.* It's my best idea yet! I shall call it...Hamlet, Prince of Denmark! I must write this down at once! *He bumped into a passing young lady accidentally, not having seen her in the shadows.* "Oh! Beg your pardon, Miss," *he said distractedly, already turning as though to continue on his way.*
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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 15:14:41 GMT -5
Beatrice jumped nearly a foot in the air and screamed. Something seemed to take control of her body, and her mind went blank. There was a glint in her eyes that spoke of someone that was not the sweet naieve girl she'd been a moment before. Before she realized anything, before she could think, she felt slashed blindly with her knife and felt it sink into soft flesh.
She noted with quiet indifference that her dress was covered with blood.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Mar 25, 2007 15:21:29 GMT -5
"The rest is silence..." *he gasped as he died upon the cobbles.*
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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 15:27:33 GMT -5
Beatrice looked at the dead man on the street in front of her quietly, displaying no emotion. She dragged him into a corner and set to work with her knife, as she'd seen Mary do, and as she'd done to Mary.
When she'd finished cutting up the body, she left it for the police to find in the morning. She walked slowly back toward the opera house, humming softly to herself.
(Crazy!Beatrice is fun to write!))
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Post by Will Shakespeare on Mar 25, 2007 15:29:09 GMT -5
((Yeah. Will's soul is going to stay intact--as his body was when his soul left his body, I guess. So his ghost just has the one wound.))
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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 15:32:52 GMT -5
((That's fine. No need for needless messy ghosts. XD))
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Post by Toby on Mar 25, 2007 16:30:19 GMT -5
((Should I catch you?))
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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 16:32:03 GMT -5
((Yes, it'll be great!))
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Post by Toby on Mar 25, 2007 16:33:24 GMT -5
((Here or at the Craziness Club? Or both?))
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Post by Beatrice on Mar 25, 2007 16:34:59 GMT -5
((Actually since we're already in the culb that's fine.))
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Post by frankie on Apr 8, 2007 20:29:51 GMT -5
*Velma, having just escaped the ship taking her to Prison, felt quite pleased with herself as she walked down the street. Until, that is, she stumbled over the body.*
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Not again!"
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Post by Dracula on Apr 10, 2007 10:20:40 GMT -5
*Buffy turned, her face a study in annoyance.* "I heard you were hanging out here. And you're just as creepy and annoying as you will be in 100 years." *She rolled her eyes, as if to say, Do I really have to deal with this? *Dracula was slighty amused by the young Slayer.* "I can imagine that. People never change."
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Post by Irene on Apr 10, 2007 10:32:05 GMT -5
((Muahahahaha! Someone else can deal with her!))
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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 12, 2007 10:44:39 GMT -5
"Well, real people die," *Buffy said.* "And that's one thing you'll have in common with them in about three minutes."
*She rushed him, using the wall to push off and increase her velocity. No longer under the dubious 'spell' of the vampire's history and fame, she wanted only to punish.*
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