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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 15:49:07 GMT -5
((I love this- it's creeping the hell out of me.))
*Mira was still conscious enough to move, and she slumped against him, her body against his, as he held her*
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Mr. Teatime
- In the Duggins -
It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 17, 2007 15:49:59 GMT -5
"Careful," he whispered in her ear, "it's slippery."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 15:53:00 GMT -5
((Let's hope sue!me never uses Hannibal's memory drugs. Because this would plunge her into an insanity worse than Lucy Barker's.))
*Mira could hardly register his words, nor the fact that both she and the floor were covered in blood*
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Mr. Teatime
- In the Duggins -
It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 17, 2007 15:57:51 GMT -5
Teatime slowly slid his hand down to Mira's ass and giggled.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 16:00:17 GMT -5
*Something registered in the back of Mira's brain, but her senses having been fried by narcotics, she did nothing*
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Mr. Teatime
- In the Duggins -
It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 17, 2007 16:00:55 GMT -5
His hand wandered back up and into her hair.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 16:03:48 GMT -5
*Her head fell back affording him a glimpse of her cleavage. Always wear a corset when abducted by a serial killer, kids!*
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Mr. Teatime
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It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 17, 2007 16:07:47 GMT -5
Teatime made a small noise of annoyance as she went limp in his arms.
"Oh, dear."
He laid her down on the blood-slick floor, calmly approached the man with the violin, and slit him open.
"Your music bored her to sleep," he complained.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 16:09:32 GMT -5
((She's not asleep, just looking up))
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Mr. Teatime
- In the Duggins -
It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 17, 2007 16:12:39 GMT -5
((But this lets him kill someone else!))
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 17, 2007 16:14:44 GMT -5
((Okay!))
*Still half-conscious, Mira slumped forward and was poked by something which meant, in his case, that he had a sword in his pocket, not that he was necessarily happy to see her
Meanwhile, the laces tying her corset magically began to become undone...*
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Mr. Teatime
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It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 19, 2007 16:46:51 GMT -5
Teatime grinned. He wasn't entirely sure why women had those things, or even why there was much of a difference between men and women- they died the same, they bled the same- but he could appreciate looking at them. It made him feel naughty.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 19, 2007 17:30:23 GMT -5
((Paging Dr. Lecter....))
*For about half a moment, the Opium wore off. For that split second, Mira saw Teatime grinning at her, saw her own shame, the floor covered in blood. She opened her mouth to scream, but the drug clouded her mind once again*
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Mr. Teatime
- In the Duggins -
It's pronounced "teh-a-TIM-eh"
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Post by Mr. Teatime on Nov 19, 2007 17:52:58 GMT -5
"Mira?"
He poked her in the arm.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 19, 2007 17:54:08 GMT -5
*She opened her eyes*
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