Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 15:56:08 GMT -5
It was a bright, beautiful day outside, and as such, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way was seeking refuge from both preps and Death Dealers in the dark underbelly of the opera house. At least, this is what she was telling herself. The truth was that the hot sun made her white foundation run.
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 16:42:22 GMT -5
*Erik's alarm clanged and he looked up irritably. He'd been in the middle of Edward Scissorhands, which Megan had left when she ran off. It was kind of pathetic, really. So he had scissors for hands. Who cared?
Still, he kind of liked the cheerleader, though he thought she'd look better without that wig.
He grumbled and donned his cloak and mask, remembering it was a lot easier to scare people when they couldn't see you, and stalked out to the lake.*
"YOU TRESPASS IN THE PHANTOM'S DOMAIN," *he intoned, throwing his voice so that it seemed to come from all around the pale frowny girl.*
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 16:46:11 GMT -5
"Oh my [EMPHATIC WORD GOES HERE!] Satan!" Ebony shouted.
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 16:53:01 GMT -5
"NO, THE PHANTOM," *Erik said, confused. But flattered.* "LEAVE, BEFORE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARES COME TRUE."
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 16:56:04 GMT -5
"What do you think I am, some kind of prep?" Ebony scoffed.
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 17:02:24 GMT -5
*Erik rolled his eyes behind his mask. He was so tired of these chits coming down here and making themselves at home. He'd been developing some plans through listening to ballet rats' gossip, and thought now would be a good time to employ some of them.
Suddenly, the walls and floors ran with blood.*
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 17:06:17 GMT -5
"Ooh! Blood!" she said cheerfully, then correcting herself so she groaned "Blood. Joy," instead.
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
*Rats scurried across Ebony's feet.*
"ARE YOU NOT FRIGHTENED, GIRL?"
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 17:11:48 GMT -5
"Who do you think you're talking to, invisible prep? I'm [EMPHATIC WORD HERE!] goffik!"
She flashed her middle finger and started sipping blood from a bottle she had.
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 17:19:35 GMT -5
"What?"
*Erik dropped his ventriloquist act and his invisibility to grab the bottle from her hand. He examined it and sniffed it.*
"What is this?"
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 17:21:08 GMT -5
"It's blood, prep. I keep it in the bottle I have."
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 17:41:43 GMT -5
*Something about this girl really infuriated him. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was her atrocious spelling. He smashed the bottle against the wall--
But it didn't smash. It just sort of... bounced. Erik frowned at it.*
"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" *Erik growled.*
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Ebony
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Actually, Ebony Raven Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
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Post by Ebony on Feb 19, 2008 17:43:07 GMT -5
"Getting away from the preps. And Death Dealers."
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Post by Erik on Feb 19, 2008 17:54:14 GMT -5
"Erik doesn't know either of them. But you don't belong here."
*He pushed her up against the wall, his featureless mask staring into her make-up slathered face.*
"Get. Out. Or the Phantom will be forced to take drastic measures."
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