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Post by Darren on Sept 30, 2006 6:29:22 GMT -5
Darren nodded emphatically. "Yeah, you know, it's not every day your girlfriend thinks she's your daughter... I mean, your daughter commits suicide... oh, I mean, your girlfriend gets killed by your daughter... God, all this drama is confusing me."
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Post by Nadir on Sept 30, 2006 7:17:46 GMT -5
"Here." *Nadir pushed the brandy decanter towards Darren.* "Everything's clearer through the brandy."
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Post by Darren on Sept 30, 2006 7:34:55 GMT -5
Darren stood up and approached the desk, pouring himself a small glass of brandy and downing it. "I must say, that's good," he commented. "Almost makes me want to turn alcoholic myself. You know, if it wasn't for the staggering and slurring and general untidiness that goes along with it."
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Post by Nadir on Sept 30, 2006 9:12:58 GMT -5
"Oh it's been given a bad rap, I think. Drunkeness can be a beautiful thing," *muttered Nadir with a dark frown.*
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Post by Georgiana on Sept 30, 2006 10:17:27 GMT -5
*Bangs on window and then moves away again.*
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Post by Sydney on Sept 30, 2006 10:27:38 GMT -5
((OOOooo...sh*t...She's out to get you Nadir. You better watch your back~ *is scared for you*))
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Post by Irene on Sept 30, 2006 10:57:38 GMT -5
I had been trailing that bastard De Chagny for a mysterious assasin, but my mind forgot about that when I saw Gerogiana ponding on Nadir's window.
I decided that discreet spying would be a better strategy then yelling "You're supposed to be dead!" at the top of my lungs.
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Post by Nadir on Sept 30, 2006 11:26:45 GMT -5
((Darren will protect me??? What, it could happen! ... )) *Nadir swung to his feet and swaggered over to the window, looking very rakish and tall.* "Go 'way!" *he snarled at the blurry darkness outside the window.* "Damn squirrels."
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Post by Georgiana on Sept 30, 2006 12:13:22 GMT -5
*Presses face against window and then vanishes in smoke.*
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Post by Irene on Sept 30, 2006 14:34:57 GMT -5
I cursed under my breath and examined her tracks.
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 6:41:26 GMT -5
Darren got a split second glimpse of the face in the window and leapt to his feet. "What the hell was that?"
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 10:54:40 GMT -5
"My girlfriend ish comin' back to haunt me. And she was a bitch in life, and now in death, it seems." *Nadir smiled sluggishly.* "Innit wunnerful?"
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 10:55:05 GMT -5
"My girlfriend ish comin' back to haunt me. And she was a bitch in life, and now in death, it seems." *Nadir smiled sluggishly.* "Innit wunnerful?"
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 11:12:25 GMT -5
"See," Darren said, reaching out and smoothing Nadir's rumpled waistcoat, "That's the trouble with women."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 11:26:33 GMT -5
*Nadir grabbed Darren's wandering hands.* "Stop it..." *He walked over to his desk and ground out his cigar in the ashtray.*
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