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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 12:02:27 GMT -5
*No one was really using these rooms, Edward figured. I mean, how much rehearsing did these people need? Now a movie studio--that would be an improvement!
He'd worked night and day painting things black and scavenging equipment, props and flats. Norman hadn't come after him, and Ed relegated those memories to fevered dreams halfway between nightmare and fantasy. Which was where he'd always preferred things to be.*
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 16:49:16 GMT -5
Half an hour or so after the sun had gone down, there was a knock on the door to the studio.
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 16:51:39 GMT -5
"Come in!" *Ed called cheerfully, though he went over and opened the door anyway. Unfortunately, he'd been mixing up a batch of fake blood and still had some streaked up his arms and dripping off his forehead.*
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 16:53:58 GMT -5
Magda's first reaction to the apparent blood was to stick a hand in her purse and quickly pull out a Werther's. She popped it into her mouth and immediately calmed down a little.
Then, in a manner she had likely picked up from her, um, boyfriend, she eyed him carefully and said, "Mr Vood, I presume?"
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 16:57:33 GMT -5
*Edward blinked and tried to improve his appearance, only smearing more Karo syrup on his face. She was pretty, if pale. And she knew his name, which couldn't be bad.*
"Edward D. Wood, Jr.," *he agreed.* "Are you German?"
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 16:57:59 GMT -5
"Hromanian. From se Nort."
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 17:04:08 GMT -5
*Edward's eyes lit up and he absently licked some red syrup from his thumb.*
"Really? You mean... Transylvania? Boy, I've always wanted to go there."
*She sounded just like Bela Lugosi! Only not at all!*
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 17:05:50 GMT -5
"It's not as exciting as sey say. May I come in?"
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 17:07:37 GMT -5
*Ed smiled, chagrined.*
"Gosh, I'm so sorry! Sure, sure, come in!"
*He backed away from the door and wiped his hands on his pants before offering one to Magda.*
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name...?"
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 17:10:02 GMT -5
"Magda Waldescu. I Chermanized it to von Waldemann, if hyou'd rasser huse sat..."
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 17:19:20 GMT -5
*Ed tried to process "Chermanized" and then beamed.*
"What would you prefer, Miss?"
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 17:23:28 GMT -5
"Magda."
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 17:25:07 GMT -5
*Edward smiled.*
"Magda," *he repeated.* "Call me Ed. So how can I help you today? Sorry about the blood--I make horror films and sometimes you need to mix some up. I hope I didn't scare you."
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Post by Magda on Mar 20, 2008 17:26:42 GMT -5
Magda only smiled, flashing her fangs.
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Post by Ed Wood on Mar 20, 2008 19:11:29 GMT -5
*In an instant, Edward had retrieved a wooden cross from his pocket, his hand shaking at he held it up.*
"Look, I don't know if Norman sent you or if I'm just vamp bait, but I do not have a 'Please Eat Me' sign on my back."
*He frowned.*
"Do I?"
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