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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 16:57:28 GMT -5
"Can you, like, fly and stuff?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 17:31:21 GMT -5
**BOOTH**
*John laughed.* "No, nothing so fancy. But I can walk through walls," *he said, dark eyes sparkling.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 17:31:56 GMT -5
Her blue eyes twinkled as well. "Really? Can I see?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 17:34:55 GMT -5
**BOOTH**
"Of course," *he said with a grin. He proceeded to stand and walk through the wall to the living room, and walk back through a few seconds later. He returned to the bedroom with a flamboyant bow.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 17:37:20 GMT -5
Clara applauded vigorously. "Bravo! Bravo!" she cheered, bursting into laughter. When her laughter stopped she said, "So is it true that you were an actor?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 17:40:51 GMT -5
*John nodded with a proud smile.* "One of the most famous in my country."
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 17:43:46 GMT -5
"So Mommy didn't make it up," she muttered happily to herself. "You know, I wanna be an actress, too, but Mommy says that I can't be in any plays until I can read and mem—mem—ummm... remember all the words in the script all by myself."
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 7, 2007 17:51:22 GMT -5
((Micaela's gonna have her be little cosette when she eventually writes her operatic version.))
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 17:51:23 GMT -5
*John grinned and attempted to tweak her nose. (Of course, his hand just went right through.)*
"Memorize. You'll be a wonderful actress, Clara. You've clearly got enough energy!"
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 17:54:02 GMT -5
((Well duh she'll be in Les Mis! You think I'd say no to that?))
Her eyes sparkled excitedly. "Do you really think so? I mean, do you think I could be famous? I must have fame—fame! *cough* Historicalreferencewut?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 17:56:11 GMT -5
"You could. By this time next year, I'm sure you'll be on the stage. Do you sing, too?"
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 7, 2007 17:56:24 GMT -5
((auntie micaela says yup. said vampire aunt would show up by mistake while trying to telekinesis herself, but it would make things not quite so cute.))
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 17:57:26 GMT -5
She nodded. "Do you want to hear?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 18:02:07 GMT -5
*He nodded, acting very impressed. He was, but of course, he wanted to make her feel even more special.*
"Of course!"
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 18:06:07 GMT -5
((I will not say anything about Avenue Q. I WILL NOT say anything about Avenue Q.))
Clara opened her mouth and began to sing in her young, angelic voice:
There is a castle on a cloud. I like to go there in my sleep. Aren't any floors for me to sweep; Not in my castle on a cloud.
There is a room that's full of toys. There are a hundred boys and girls. Nobody shouts or talks too loud; Not in my castle on a cloud.
There is a lady all in white— Holds me and sings a lullaby. She's nice to see and she's soft to touch. She says, "Cosette, I love you very much."
I know a place where no one's lost. I know a place where no one cries. Crying at all is not allowed; Not in my castle on a cloud.
She sat and looked at her father, waiting for a response.
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