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Post by Angel of Music on Apr 18, 2008 15:03:23 GMT -5
*His eyes darted towards the dimness beyond those hovering bright lights beyond the candle-light. He'd never gone that far--the lights scared him.*
"I...do not...know..." *he said, reaching slowly into his pocket. He turned from her, feigning interest in whatever it was she thought she saw and taking a moment to dampen a handkerchief from a small flask. In an instant he had rounded on her and pressed the chloroformed cloth over her mouth and nose.*
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Post by Angel of Music on Jun 20, 2008 9:20:28 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*With Jeanne tidily done away with and sleeping very deeply in a cage somewhere in the fifth cellar, the Phantom had gone back to his usual habits.*
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