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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 11:52:09 GMT -5
*Is on her third flute of champagne on an empty stomach and beginning to feel her head spin a little.*
I should slow down...well, if I want to remember any of this later. Huh.
*grabs her fourth glass.*
What's someone gonna do? Take advantage of me? Whoop-de-f*ckin'-doo.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 11:52:27 GMT -5
*Either the girl had been following him for time out of mind- and was also much older than she looked- or she was telling the truth. He did not want to be reminded of the people from his past. Especially the ones he'd loved... and killed.*
"Very well,* he said. *I believe you. What do you hope to accomplish by telling me this? Blackmail?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 15, 2007 11:52:31 GMT -5
*Holmes scanned the crowd before turning his hawk-like gaze back on Irene.*
"Danger is hardly a new consideration in my line of work," *he said, navigating her expertly through the room.* "But it is not only I who needs to leave unharmed, tonight. Tell me all you can."
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 11:53:56 GMT -5
*Kris approached Emily, nearly tripping over her dress in the process. The red of her flushed face contrasted poorly with the pink gown.*
"Dude. Emily. I haven't seen you in..." *She trailed off, noticing the chain.* "What the hell?"
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 11:55:24 GMT -5
*Emily shook her head.*
"I don't want to talk about it."
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Post by Micaela on Jun 15, 2007 11:58:42 GMT -5
*She would have blushed, but remembered that he couldn't really do anything to her.*
"I just hate being wrong, is all. I've always felt the need to correct people, and prove myself right. I guess I needed you to confirm it... anyone can trash-talk a person in writing, but it isn't usually true."
*She considered the fact that she was probably keeping him from smexing Rochester up taking any sort of enjoyment out of this ball.*
"I won't bother you anymore if you stop being such an ass to me." *She said.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 12:03:15 GMT -5
"Many of the people here tonight are his minions, or at least intimidated enough by him to do what he says. They'll have every door and window guarded."
*She looked around*
"He says the ball is in to honor his wife, Elisabeta. But I can't help thinking he has something else planned."
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 12:05:05 GMT -5
"Very well. I will stop 'being such an ass' if you stop following me."
*He turned away from her, back to the party. He didn't know what he was going to do about this strange girl... He sighed. Nothing, right now.*
"Goodbye."
*He wandered over to another area of the room.*
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Post by Macheath on Jun 15, 2007 12:09:31 GMT -5
*Totally doesn't care that everyone else is wearing nice gowns and tuxes, while he's dressed as the Emcee from Cabaret.*
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 12:11:08 GMT -5
((*perks up*))
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Post by Mitra on Jun 15, 2007 12:13:14 GMT -5
*Mitra entered the ballroom quietly, not drawing attention to herself. She still wore her work "uniform", but she thought she looked nice enough for such a gathering.*
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Post by Macheath on Jun 15, 2007 12:16:09 GMT -5
*Trips over Emily's chain*
"Hey there. Want to get out?"
*Holds up a skeleton key*
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Post by Rochester on Jun 15, 2007 12:17:20 GMT -5
((So sorry loves, you picked a day with company...I'm so sorry to be missing the fun. And Kris, I know it's not Capt. Tightpants, but I did my best.)) *Rochester arrived fashionably late and perfectly marvelous. He nodded to the occasional passerby contentedly.* It's so much more fun to be a guest. All the fun, none of the responsibility.
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 12:17:32 GMT -5
"God, yes. Please. Thank you."
*she took the key from him.*
"How did you get a hold of it?"
*she tried to unlock her shackles but was too tipsy to get the key into the lock.*
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 12:20:35 GMT -5
((Dear god... I'll be in my bunk.))
*Kris, noting Emily was in good hands, felt completely justified in turning to what seemed to be her own personal vision of Alan Cumming.*
"You look amazing," *she said, breezing up to him. Well, as best she could in this stupid dress.* "Honestly, I don't know what possessed me."
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