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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Oct 19, 2006 0:44:23 GMT -5
*Virginia walked into the infirmary.* "I don't know why, but I feel so--" *She fainted onto a cot and promptly miscarried the ill-begotton child that had forced her into lifetime of bondage to the man who had destroyed her spirit.*
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Post by Arielle on Oct 19, 2006 6:00:23 GMT -5
((Nice))
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Post by Indiana on Oct 19, 2006 16:54:52 GMT -5
((can I be in more than one place at once?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 19, 2006 17:20:08 GMT -5
((For sure.))
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Post by Susanna on Oct 19, 2006 17:41:57 GMT -5
((OMG...after Suzie's married to Raoul, you should come wangst on her shoulder... ))
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Post by Indiana on Oct 19, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
-walks into the room-
"'s anythang the matter in here?"
((Hmmm. I become more and more steriotypical as I go on.))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Oct 19, 2006 18:24:19 GMT -5
((How are you planning on helping at this point--tying her feet together and branding her?
Plus--you're really starting to sound like Annie Oakley in my head. Or Bernadette Peters in particular.))
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Post by Indiana on Oct 20, 2006 15:03:34 GMT -5
((No, silly, I tie OTHER people by three limbs of my choosing and then brand them.
Hmmm. That's a good idea. Indiana is officially and Annie Oakley sue.))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Oct 23, 2006 21:16:31 GMT -5
*comes around, groggily.* "Wh-what has happened?"
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Post by Irene on Oct 25, 2006 17:26:59 GMT -5
((I am so tempted to make one of my characters pregnant.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 25, 2006 17:31:27 GMT -5
((Do it. The Poppins needs work.))
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Post by Sir Percy on Oct 25, 2006 17:37:07 GMT -5
((*considers saying something, decides against it.*))
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Post by Irene on Oct 25, 2006 17:41:29 GMT -5
((Here goes...))
I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone as I crept into the infirmiry. I wasn't sure yet, but I had been feeling very ill lately, and my symptoms had matched Virginia's. I didn't yet know whether I had the heart to take a test.
I thought about who's it could be. Francis and I hadn't slept with each other since Vegas. And Raoul had been even before that. So, if I was pregnant, that meant the father was...
I cringed as the implication sunk in.
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Post by sark on Oct 25, 2006 19:58:53 GMT -5
*Sark leans against the door, smiling cruelly*
So, it appears someone around here can't keep her legs crossed.
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Post by Irene on Oct 25, 2006 20:07:18 GMT -5
I whirled around to face the sneering blonde. "Listen, pretty boy, I'm not in a very good mood. I'd advise you not to toy with me."
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