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Post by Christine on Feb 12, 2008 16:02:09 GMT -5
*Ed took Christine's hand and stumbled out after her.* "Where can we go?" *he asked breathlessly.* "I don't know...the opera might be safe by now..."
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Post by Ed Wood on Feb 12, 2008 16:37:19 GMT -5
"Yeah. Okay."
*Shaken, Ed tried to orient himself.*
"This way, I think."
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Post by Maria on Feb 12, 2008 18:53:45 GMT -5
*Norman grabbed her shoulders and shook her.* "What's wrong with you?" *he demanded.* "We let them get away!" *Her eyes were wide* "Norman! Don't let her take over!" *She clutched at him the way a drowning person clutched at a life raft* "Please!"
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 12, 2008 19:19:40 GMT -5
*Norman smiled widely at her. Not her Norman at all.*
"Why?" *he asked, with mock pity dripping from his voice.* "So you can hate what she's made of me?"
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Post by Maria on Feb 12, 2008 19:23:43 GMT -5
"I don't hate it! I hate myself, I hate--"
*A shudder tore through her, and her expression changed.*
"...hates me, mm-hmm."
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 12, 2008 23:07:02 GMT -5
*Norman's smile became more genuine, if not less cruel.*
"There you are, my love," *he said.* "I thought she'd never leave."
((If you want him to stop her... we'll have to figure something out.))
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Post by Maria on Feb 12, 2008 23:59:39 GMT -5
((I really don't know where I'm going with this.))
"I thought she'd never leave, either. She's so tiresome."
*She paused, then made a face*
"She let them escape!"
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 13, 2008 10:26:18 GMT -5
*Norman's face darkened.*
"She did," *he said.* "I've been aching to kill him for months."
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Post by Maria on Feb 13, 2008 14:12:00 GMT -5
*She pouted as she attempted to straighten her hair, which had gotten mussed in the fight*
"I'd also like to get my hands on that woman he was with. I bet her blood would be interesting."
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 13, 2008 14:23:21 GMT -5
*Norman ran his hands through her hair, mussing it again.*
"Why is that?" *he asked idly, but something more pressing was... pressing.* "My dear, if I don't get something to eat soon you might get a repeat performance of that little prat we hate so much."
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Post by Maria on Feb 13, 2008 19:31:03 GMT -5
"Oh, curses. Yes, we should head out...we have all the time in the world to deal with our escapees."
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 14, 2008 11:01:18 GMT -5
"Lean on," *he said.* "My last suggestion did not fare so well."
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Post by Maria on Feb 14, 2008 14:46:28 GMT -5
*She grabbed his hand and headed for the door*
"Anything in particular? Or are we at the stage where it doesn't really matter anymore?"
*She flashed a toothy grin at him*
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 14, 2008 17:27:25 GMT -5
"Anyone," *he said desperately, feeling both the incipient weakness and the irritation at losing Edward Wood. Again.* "Just... I need blood."
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Post by Maria on Feb 14, 2008 19:02:35 GMT -5
"My poor Norm! Well, let's go." *And they were out *
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