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Post by The Doctor on Jun 15, 2007 11:10:24 GMT -5
*The Doctor, dressed like this, saunters into the ball. Nothing like a decadent Parisian vampire party. He hoped he hadn't been to this particular one before; it was all so confusing, keeping track of where he'd been over the past 900 years.*
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 11:12:45 GMT -5
*Dorian glared at the girl. She looked different somehow. *
"What on earth do you mean?" *he asked.*
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Jun 15, 2007 11:14:21 GMT -5
((The Bride is wearing her Poison Ivy outfit: www.geocities.com/~talotta/Batman/ivy.jpg))*The Bride entered, wondering why her father hadn't wanted her to come. She had told Sweeney that it was just a masked ball- what could possibly happen? Strangely, he didn't seem to be comforted by this.*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 15, 2007 11:15:48 GMT -5
**to dorian**
"Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about. The face that everybody sees isn't your real one... that one's in a picture frame somewhere."
*She glared right back.*
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 11:27:02 GMT -5
*Kris traipsed into the ball, happy that for once she could be pretty and fashionable and... oh. She looked down. F*ck. She'd fully intended to do something dramatic and grand, or maybe just slutty, but this? She knew her visual memory was crap, but was Kaylee's dress really the only thing she could come up with? And there wasn't even a Captain Tightpants to make it better.*
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 11:29:51 GMT -5
((*snorts*))
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 11:32:14 GMT -5
"Quiet!" *he growled.*
"You've seen it then?" *he asked, his voice dangerous and low.*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 15, 2007 11:36:21 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"No, I haven't. I came into my room and there was a book about it sitting on my table."
The of course a vampire came after that and bit me, but nobody's going to believe that... *She thought to herself, scowling.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 11:37:36 GMT -5
((I hope Dracula doesn't mind my borrowing him for a further Van Helsing rippoff. If he does, I'll delete this post. This is the scene: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LBWGhvIfhk&mode=related&search=))*As the music played, Irene was lead onto the dance floor by Dracula. She tried to run from him, but felt hypnotized by his gaze. Irene shivered as he put his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him. He snatched off her mask and forced a kiss on her, then dipped her nearly to the ground* "How does it feel to be a puppet on my string?" *he asked mockingly as he pulled her back up. "I won't let you use me as bait, Count." "I have no intention of using you that way", *he said as they danced. "And if I know your friends, which I do, they will make their attempts even without this ball." *He twirled her anound, wrapping his arms around her* "You make my skin crawl", *Irene hissed* "Is that all I could do with your skin?" *he whispered, bringing his lips to her neck* *As they danced, he dipped her in front of the mirror, with only her reflection showing.* "Don't we make a lovely couple?" "Oh my god..." *The lack of his reflection only made her even more frightened* "You are so beautiful", *he said as he brought her back up. He ran his hand up her chest, and Irene tried to scream- but somehow, it was as if he had taken away her voice.*
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Post by Erik on Jun 15, 2007 11:37:46 GMT -5
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 11:39:15 GMT -5
"A book?" *he asked, unimpressed.*
"You've been following me!"
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Post by Christine on Jun 15, 2007 11:40:34 GMT -5
*Christine was almost comforted by the presence of Red Death at the ball. It meant that at least some things never changed.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 15, 2007 11:40:53 GMT -5
*Holmes watched with narrowed eyes as the villain spun Irene around the dance floor. Those eyes widened when he saw that this Dracula had no reflection. Some trick of the mirrors--something worthy of the petty Opera Ghost who lived in rumor. This man, as powerful as he thought he was, could do nothing in front of all these people.
He strode forward, cutting sharply through the dance floor.*
"May I cut in?" *he said with a quick bow of the head.*
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Post by Micaela on Jun 15, 2007 11:42:39 GMT -5
*She glared at him.*
"I have not! Just because I happened to want a pastry at the same time as you doesn't mean I've followed you! There really is a book! Otherwise I wouldn't know about Basil Hallward, Lord Henry Wotton... or Sibyl Vane."
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 11:46:29 GMT -5
*Irene had never thought she would be happy to see her former adversary. Nevertheless, it was all she could do to keep from crying with relief as he danced her away from her captor*
"Holmes!" *she whispered.* "Thank you. But I'm afraid you're only putting yourself into danger. He'll have you killed before you step out the door."
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