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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 23, 2007 17:07:57 GMT -5
"Like Lancellllot?" She slurred, her clothes drooping off of her.
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Post by abberline on Nov 26, 2007 18:29:40 GMT -5
*Whatever answer he had was silenced by the sight of quite a bit of skin on her*
"Er...yes...Lancelot..."
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 26, 2007 21:03:51 GMT -5
She tried desperately to pull up her top but found it frivolous "I'm quite sorry sir knight" she bubbled "but it seems my clothings are abandoning me."
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Post by abberline on Nov 26, 2007 21:44:31 GMT -5
*He scratched his head, looking quite thoughtful*
"Perhaps they are rebelling?"
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 26, 2007 21:50:12 GMT -5
"Beasts!" She exclaimed and began pulling at them finding herself entrapped by her large shirt "Oi!"
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Post by abberline on Nov 26, 2007 21:55:43 GMT -5
*He pointed an unsteady finger at her shirt*
"Don't let it bite!"
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 26, 2007 21:58:25 GMT -5
"Monsiour help me, ze demons from ze portals haf began to swallow me!" She exclaimed.
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Post by abberline on Nov 26, 2007 22:02:25 GMT -5
"Oh noes!"
"Cursed things! BEGONE!"
*He grabbed her shirt, in an attempt to help her get rid of it*
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 26, 2007 22:16:21 GMT -5
As he pulled the large shirt off she realized that she simply in her undergarments and tried to hide herself in his arms "C-Can we go to a back room my savior?"
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Post by abberline on Nov 27, 2007 12:53:40 GMT -5
*He held out his arm for her to hold, his stance a bit unstead*
"Certainly, my lady! We mustn't stick around here--the walls have eyes."
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 27, 2007 15:52:42 GMT -5
Anna squeaked "Oh my" she huddled in close to him as they moved out of the main tent in to a smaller more secluded one.
((Want to stay here? Or start a new one?))
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Post by abberline on Nov 27, 2007 19:31:00 GMT -5
((New one would be cool))
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Post by Anna Regan on Nov 27, 2007 19:32:33 GMT -5
((Sounds good, I'll start it))
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Post by Edward Hyde on Mar 24, 2008 9:32:46 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Jekyll, for his part, fled to an establishment he could only have known through Hyde's knowledge. So he told himself. He knew the risks of what he was doing; he'd treated addicts before. But he'd run through every other scenario in his mind.
They all ended in hurting Lucy. He had to face the reality that even without Hyde--even with Hyde somehow external to him--he was dangerous. Hyde remained within him. He didn't know how or why, but he couldn't bear to take advantage of Lucy's trust in him.
The irony of worrying about someone with Lucy's profession was not lost on him. He wasn't stupid. But this was... different. Somehow.
At least drugged, he wouldn't be dangerous.*
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Post by Edward Hyde on Mar 31, 2008 12:23:15 GMT -5
*Jekyll coughed at the first pull on the pipe. The serving girl with the slow smile but dead eyes replaced the bowl of the pipe over the flame for him, and Jekyll persevered.
Visions of Lucy in her new dress, shapely and vivacious and so very alive, swam before him like hallucinations. He wasn't even high yet.
As the opium began to take effect, he feared the worst--he felt euphoric, the pleasure intense, his desire augmented by his artificial good mood. Had he made a mistake? Was this not worse? Where was the sought-after lassitude, the freedom from need?*
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