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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 15, 2007 12:22:45 GMT -5
*Holmes studied her for a moment.*
"I am glad you are... To see you," *he said with unwonted seriousness before gruffly returning to business.* "Disguise?"
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Post by Rochester on Jun 15, 2007 12:25:34 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled warmly and pressed a tender kiss against her cheek. He leaned as best he could to whisper in her ear.*
"Darling...you look lovely."
*He totally meant every word.*
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jun 15, 2007 12:27:08 GMT -5
*Dorian noticed Rochester and went up to him, with a glass of champagne in his hand*
"Good evening," *he said with a smile.*
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Post by Rochester on Jun 15, 2007 12:33:17 GMT -5
*Rochester turned to nodded to Dorian.*
"That it is, sir, now that I'm in such company."
*He smiled knowingly at Dorian and squeezed Kris's hand.*
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 12:34:01 GMT -5
*Emily at last got the chain unlocked and gave a sigh of relief before she turned and began to run towards the door, swaying a little thanks to the champagne she'd imbibed.
She didn't see the chain begin to slither after her.
Emily kicked off the stupid strappy black stillettos she'd been given to wear and bolted outside onto the terrace, stopping long enough to haul up the hem of her skirt so she could run more easily.
The chain leapt after her, coiling maliciously first around her right wrist, then snaking about her neck, abruptly cutting off her airway. She choked and fought for a moment before she was pulled to the ground, where she gasped for breath even as it loosened it's hold on her neck, but held her hand tightly.*
"No..." *she coughed as it began to drag her back inside the castle.* "No."
((Gotta run out for a bit. Everyone please just ignore Sue!Me for the time being and let her choke on the floor for a while.))
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 12:45:46 GMT -5
"A lovely cake," *Kris muttered, but was glad for Rochester's presence all the same. Dorian was no slouch to look at, either.
It did not, however, distract her from Emily's mad dash for freedom, impeded as it finally was. She squeezed Rochester's hand, kissed him on the cheek and told him she'd be back. Then she flounced away to catch up with Emily.*
"Wanna talk about it now?" *she asked.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 15, 2007 13:04:34 GMT -5
Meanwhile, out on the grounds, GOB watched his "grave" being dug and nodded with approval. He couldn't think of a better way to make an impression on the people of Paris- and that Dracula guy seemed to approve.
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Post by Parisa on Jun 15, 2007 13:17:48 GMT -5
*Parisa slipped inside, glancing around hopefully and wondering if there was anybody she knew here.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 13:19:29 GMT -5
*Holmes studied her for a moment.* "I am glad you are... To see you," *he said with unwonted seriousness before gruffly returning to business.* "Disguise?" "Perhaps you could." *She looked back at Dracula* "He's watching me."
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Post by Arielle on Jun 15, 2007 13:55:47 GMT -5
*walks in and watches everyone dancing, smiling slightly*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Jun 15, 2007 14:20:38 GMT -5
Megan, in what was once Carlotta's Queen of the Night costume, hung close by Erik's elbow. She was quite flattered that he had brought her, though she somehow suspected that he only did it for fear that she'd pull a Gerik and burn down the opera house in his absence.
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Post by Macheath on Jun 15, 2007 14:26:53 GMT -5
*As he drank, Macheath debated whether or not to do a striptease on the table*
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Post by Renn on Jun 15, 2007 14:27:31 GMT -5
*Renn walked into the party, knowing that it'd be a great oppertunity to observe some drama going on. As long as none of the vampires decided to kill her.
Or whatever.
She stuck to the walls and the food table- the place she normally stayed at parties.*
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Post by Macheath on Jun 15, 2007 14:29:44 GMT -5
*The temptation became stronger as the musicians played Wilkomen*
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Post by Renn on Jun 15, 2007 14:30:44 GMT -5
*Renn noticed Macheath, and nearly fainted in glee when she saw what he was wearing.*
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