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Post by Hallie on Jan 13, 2008 20:24:45 GMT -5
"Go on," she said, listening attentively.
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Post by Eleanor on Jan 13, 2008 20:27:11 GMT -5
"So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did. Now, if she'd used her head, she'd have either decided that she could only survive by playing ball with them, or else realized they were up to no good and never let them near her again. But oh no, God forbid."
*She looked over at Mira*
"It started with flowers, just like with you. But for the poor fool, the worst was yet to come. Poor thing."
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Post by Hallie on Jan 13, 2008 20:28:11 GMT -5
"What happened?"
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Post by Eleanor on Jan 13, 2008 20:32:00 GMT -5
"My, but you like a good story, don'cha?"
*She smiled as Toby put his arm around her shoulder.*
"Well, the Beadle calls on her all polite, says the Judge is sorry for waht he's done, she must come straight to his house right away. Of course, when she goes there, they're having this ball all in masks. She's all lost and confused and drinking, and asking where Turpin id."
*She cocked an eyebrow.*
"He was there alright. Only not so sorry..."
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Post by Hallie on Jan 13, 2008 20:32:48 GMT -5
She blinked. "Okay, someone go shoot the judge right now."
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Post by Eleanor on Jan 13, 2008 20:34:50 GMT -5
*Mrs. Lovett looked at Toby, who gave her a 'Don't look at me, honey' look.*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Jan 13, 2008 20:45:10 GMT -5
*Mira tried to laugh nervously*
"Well, I already told him I didn't want his flowers, so maybe he'll get the hint on his own."
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