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Post by magenta on May 4, 2007 20:20:30 GMT -5
*Magenta settled down in her room, re-applying her makeup. She had managed to get the job, and sooner or later, someone was bound to want her services. In the meantime, she read H. G. Welles and tried to make herself look more appealing.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 17:54:46 GMT -5
*Will was really just going to peek in the window. Honest. He had been desperate for some...inspiration to come. But then he stumbled right through it into the room. His looked rather surprised.*
"Oh! Sorry...I hope I'm not intruding."
But I am.
"I mean to say, I hope that you don't mind my intruding."
*He gave a courtly bow.*
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Post by magenta on May 5, 2007 17:56:16 GMT -5
"If it weren't for intruders, I'd be out of work."
*Magenta smiled as winningly as she knew how*
"Magenta, at your service."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 18:00:34 GMT -5
*Will tried to take her hand to kiss it. Didn't succeed much though on account of the ghost thing.*
Hmm...this might be harder than I thought.
"I'm afraid that I won't prove much service to a lady as lovely as yourself, which makes my trespass all the greater for the sin."
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Post by magenta on May 5, 2007 18:17:33 GMT -5
"Oh, well...yeah, I guess not having a body does kind of keep me from providing you with any sort of services. A shame."
*Just then, Magenta heard a knock at her door...*
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Post by Macheath on May 5, 2007 18:20:25 GMT -5
*Mack swaggared in, appraising Magenta as he entered. It had been almost a whole day since he had last visited a bordello, and he had been experiencing withdrawal.*
"Hello there."
*It was then that he noticed Will*
"Are you two busy?"
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Post by magenta on May 5, 2007 18:22:43 GMT -5
"I'm not really sure."
*She turned back to Will*
"What do you want to do?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 18:23:50 GMT -5
*Will eyed the man suspiciously, but knew he couldn't do anything for the young lady. Still, better to not leave her unsupervised, he might be a ruffian.*
"We are still talking. Do you have business with her?"
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Post by Macheath on May 5, 2007 18:24:57 GMT -5
"Not yet."
*He took out a small bag of coins and put it on Magenta's vanity table*
"I do now."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 18:28:32 GMT -5
*Will looked to Magenta with a slight furrow in his brow.*
"I can go if you want...or if you...you know..."
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Post by magenta on May 5, 2007 18:30:28 GMT -5
"You mean..."
This is just wrong. Even for me.
"If it's okay with you, sir" *she said coyly to Macheath*
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Post by Macheath on May 5, 2007 18:33:53 GMT -5
*Mackie never needed an excuse to show off. If this gent in the poufy shirt wanted to see how long and far he could go with a girl, he was not one to object. First things first, though.*
"He can watch, if he wants, but you've both got to swear you aren't working for the cops. I've been burned before."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 18:34:44 GMT -5
*Will shook his head and took a seat.*
"Not I, sir. I am in a far less respectable business."
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Post by magenta on May 5, 2007 18:34:53 GMT -5
"Me? No, never."
Not after I killed my brother.
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Post by Macheath on May 5, 2007 18:36:24 GMT -5
"That's good, then."
*He took out the bottle of champagne he had stolen, along with several glasses*
"To your health."
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