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Post by Faith on May 21, 2007 19:23:57 GMT -5
((Genghis Khan is their father. He had a fling with Satan and Warlord + Satan = Dracula, evidently.))
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Post by Leia on May 21, 2007 19:35:03 GMT -5
((Ah, darn it- I was hoping for some evil wangst material.))
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Post by Irene on May 21, 2007 19:40:08 GMT -5
((Actually, Dracula, Sylvia and I had something planned. If you want to stage your resue later, maybe?))
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Post by Emily on May 21, 2007 19:42:34 GMT -5
((Sure thing. I just need to think of a way to call off Sue!Me from making Nadir be a hero.))
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Post by Irene on May 21, 2007 19:46:42 GMT -5
((Maybe you can just repost it after Dracula and Elisabetta have sufficiently messed up Irene.)) *Dracula laughed.* "Does that matter? You will be my bride. You will come to me whenever I call you, and I will enjoy that very much. Whether you enjoy it or not is your own affair. But I think you will..." *Irene wrenched herself away from Dracula, unable to control her tears* "Let me go! Do you want me to beg? I will, if it would move you." *By now, she was backed up all the way to the wall. Her glistening eyes and flushed cheeks, though they were products of her grief, only served to make her more beautiful.* ((ME: *Gags*))
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Post by Nadir on May 21, 2007 19:49:12 GMT -5
((Posts bah-leeted. Carry on your plottage unrumbled.))
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Post by Vincent on May 22, 2007 9:33:54 GMT -5
((Uuuh, okay, I guess Nadir's never been here...right? Right.))
*Vincent Almost panicked. He couldn't just let him do whatever he wanted to Irene. Yet... there was no use for him to barge in. He would be killed, and then there would be no one left to help her.*
Damn... There's nothing I can do for her now... I'm sorry, Irene!
*Vincent turned to leave, and then he come to think of something.*
"Marijke, tell me whan Dracula's done in there. I want to speak to Irene."
*He turned around and left.*
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Post by Irene on May 22, 2007 20:05:53 GMT -5
*Irene's horror grew as Dracula did not answer her. She ran to the door and twisted the nob, but it was locked well. She kicked it, but it refuse to budge. She sank down to the floor, a single tear falling down her cheek*
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Post by Nadir on May 22, 2007 20:12:45 GMT -5
((*a-la-Madagascar-penguins* You didn't see anything.))
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 20:14:00 GMT -5
((*A-la-the parents in Tommy* "You didn't hear it, you didn't see it..."))
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Post by Nadir on May 22, 2007 20:18:24 GMT -5
((*a-la-Homer-Simpson-and-grade-nine-boys-the-world-over* POCKET SAND! *runs*))
((Man, if Dracula ends up being defeated by Pocket Sand...))
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 22, 2007 20:20:20 GMT -5
((I assume he won't. As it is, he'll be in enough trouble once Sherlock Holmes finds out about this.))
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Post by Dracula on May 23, 2007 6:22:05 GMT -5
((Yeah, but dead!Francis and Dracula have already agreed to hate Holmes together, so....))
*Dracula was terribly confused, cause he could have sworn that Nadir and some goth girl were just here a minute ago. He should really lay off the booze. picked Irene up and lay her on the bed.*
"You can beg all you want."
*He tucked some stands of hair behind her ear and grinned.*
*FADE OUT*
((I feel dirty now.))
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Post by Marijke on May 23, 2007 7:04:57 GMT -5
*Marijke nodded and shivered as she looked at the door.*
I never thought I would say this but, this is really wrong.
*Marijke disappeared into a room across the hall.*
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Post by Irene on May 23, 2007 20:12:32 GMT -5
FADE IN
*Irene gasped for breath, sore and spent. How long had that monster taken to do it, she wondered? It had felt like hours.*
And me still in my mourning clothes...Francis...
*Irene, trying not to cry even more, instinctively touched at her wedding ring*
"You bastard."
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