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Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 12, 2007 16:53:26 GMT -5
"If you wish. But if I were you, I'd have her transferred to the Asylum as soon as possible."
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Post by Francis on Nov 13, 2007 14:20:12 GMT -5
I am sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of my suethor bursting out into laughter.
"No, I could never ... "
*Francis looked away from the doctor and ran a hand through his hair.*
"I just want to see her now, I'll decide what to do later."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Nov 13, 2007 20:57:32 GMT -5
*Crane shrugged and stood aside*
"The door's right here."
*He barely bothered to hide his smirk*
"I should warn you, though, that only one of her personalities will welcome you."
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Post by Irene on Nov 14, 2007 18:26:24 GMT -5
*When Francis came in, a seemingly normal Irene embraced him*
"Oh, god! Francis, what's going on? They put me in a room, they gave me some sort of medicine-"
*As she held him, her speech started slurring. The eyes in her head rolled back, and she seemed to have fainted.
After a moment, she opened them and smiled, but it seemed as if another woman was in her body.*
"So, you're the one she prefers...how pathetic."
*Even the voice sounded different.*
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Post by Francis on Nov 16, 2007 7:44:41 GMT -5
*Francis felt relieved when Irene, his normal beautiful Irene, embraced him. Perhaps the doctor had been wrong, he thought. But then she changed. Francis still held her, but his eyes grew wide.*
"Irene?"
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Post by Irene on Nov 16, 2007 14:57:38 GMT -5
"I'm afraid you're wrong there."
*She trailed a finger across his cheek, smiling wickedly*
"You're not that bad, really. I could have understood if she'd kept you as a sideline."
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Post by Francis on Nov 20, 2007 10:11:18 GMT -5
*Francis let go of her and kinda stumbled back. This was one of the other personalities, not his beloved wife.*
Dear God, why? Why? Why can't we just live in peace? Why must disaster always strike us?
"I... I ..."
*He didn't know what to say against this, this .... Francis looked away.*
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Post by Irene on Nov 20, 2007 20:43:22 GMT -5
((Because that would be no fun...))
*She pretended to pout, and ran her hand through his hair*
"What, leaving us so soon?"
*She laughed*
"Well, if you won't play with me, I'll find someone who will."
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Post by Francis on Nov 25, 2007 6:41:01 GMT -5
*Francis felt sick. He couldn't even look at Irene, not when the other personality was in control. Not while she was talking like that.*
"I'll have you committed to the asylum."
*He said with a shaky voice.*
"Perhaps they can make you better."
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