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Post by Marijke on Jan 21, 2008 8:52:55 GMT -5
*Marijke walked into the Opium Den and looked around sheepishly. She was Dutch and she studied in Amsterdam. This meant that she should have least done somekind of dope somewhere in her life. It's was genetic. Or cultural. Whatever.
Marijke stared at all the dopeheads around of her. Somewhere deep inside her psyche something yelled at her to get her little white ass out of that dump. That she was better then that. Marijke, of course, did not listen to that something.*
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Post by Don Juan on Jan 21, 2008 10:21:33 GMT -5
*Don Juan usually did not venture to such places, but in the wake of Malefica's engagement, he felt a little blue. But as he entered, his heart began beating faster, for he saw another of his loves*
"Marijke?"
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Post by Malefica on Jan 21, 2008 10:28:10 GMT -5
((Aaaaaw, poor Don Juan.... *hugs*)))
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Post by Marijke on Feb 4, 2008 5:55:12 GMT -5
*Marijke turned around and stared at Don Juan with an expression of a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar on her face. 'cept it where spacecookies.*
"Hi there."
*Marijke said with a nervous smile, trying to stop her cheeks flushing red as she remembered what happened behind the pillar.*
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Post by Don Juan on Feb 9, 2008 13:03:01 GMT -5
*He gave his patented charming smile*
"I didn't know if I'd see you again."
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Post by Marijke on Feb 11, 2008 7:04:44 GMT -5
*Did that mean that he had been thinking about her? Little ol' Marijke who must have been the geekiest girl he had ever met. Marijke looked down at her feet and her smile widened.*
"Well, here I am."
*She looked up again and glanced around the opium den, Oh god, what if he thought that she was a regular here? She didn't want to be known as a druggie.*
"You know, I don't usually come here."
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Post by Don Juan on Mar 4, 2008 15:19:31 GMT -5
"Neither do I. Just biding time."
*He laughed*
"Would you rather go somewhere else?"
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Post by Marijke on Mar 5, 2008 5:07:55 GMT -5
*His laughter was like sunshine and puppies and all that cliché stuff that made your heart jump. Marijke's heart jumped. It bungeed all the way down to her stomach and then up her throat.*
"Yes, that would be awesome."
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Post by Don Juan on Mar 7, 2008 18:59:23 GMT -5
*He took her hand in a courtly fashion*
"Where to?"
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Post by Marijke on Apr 7, 2008 7:26:11 GMT -5
"Uhm."
*Marijke looked at Don Juan and shrugged.*
"I don't know. The Café Across the Street tm?"
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Post by Don Juan on Apr 7, 2008 14:00:00 GMT -5
"It sounds lovely."
((Off we go))
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