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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:25:32 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 12:25:32 GMT -5
Having spent several days catching up on the drink he'd recently sworn off, the ugly little dead-and-yet-not cynic had wandered around a bit aimlessly until he'd got the idea in his sponged brain that du Morangias' pet was set after him again.
He went into the catacombs and wandered around, figuring it would be easier for the creature to catch him down there, there'd be less of a chance of anyone else getting in the way, getting hurt.
After he'd gone through the bit of bread he had with him, and was utterly lost, he simly sat on the damp ground and pulled his last bottle out of the small satchel he had. It wasn't wise to drink absinthe straight from the bottle. He didn't much care.
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 12:36:55 GMT -5
*Julian frowned at the man, having appeared from the darkness behind him rather expectantly.*
"Sir, don't you know that it is dangerous to wander the Opera Ghost's domain."
*He smiled cruelly, as if something terrible might happen at any moment. And he'd like it.*
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:42:59 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 12:42:59 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ!" he jumped--and somehow managed to fall over while he was sitting, dropping the bottle between his legs and quickly righting it before too much of the liquid inside spilled out.
He remained where he was on the ground, seeming to have already forgotten there was someone else there until he looked up and saw him again.
"Oh. What? I don't like opera--too stuffy." he raised the bottle to his lips and took a drink, then sputtered some of the grit that had got on the mouth of the bottle out of his mouth.
"Don't beleive in ghosts, anyway. Id've seen plenty by now."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:47:27 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 12:47:27 GMT -5
*Julian's smile vanished.*
"Then you are not afraid of death?" *He asked enigmatically.*
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:51:28 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 12:51:28 GMT -5
"Death's nothing special."
he grumbled and wrung a corner of his stained and rumpled shirt around the neck of the bottle, then drank again.
"Tricky bastard he is, though. Always getting in the way when you're busy, and then nowhere to be found when you need him."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 12:59:00 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 12:59:00 GMT -5
*Julian took a moment to process the words.*
"Then you wish to die here?"
*His eyes were shrewd, seeking understanding.*
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:02:12 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 13:02:12 GMT -5
"Who said that?" He screwed up his face at the man.
"I was just looking for someone. I think. 'm already dead y'see, so 'wishing to die' would be quite pointless. This part of hell is just quieter than the rest."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 13:11:45 GMT -5
*That should have sounded odd. But to someone born as Julian was...not so much.*
"This...is not Hell. This is the domain of the Opera Ghost and he does not take kindly to intruders."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:14:13 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 13:14:13 GMT -5
"He can take however he likes--kindly or otherwise--here I am."
Another drink.
"If you're so worried about this ghost, then what are you doing down here, anyway?"
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:23:17 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 13:23:17 GMT -5
"I am not worried."
*Julian answered plainly, adjusting his position to lean against the wall.*
"I do not fear as normal men do."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:25:53 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 13:25:53 GMT -5
Grantaire grinned and offered up the bottle.
"I do not fear as sober men do! We're even. Here, it's cheap, and it tastes terrible--exactly the way I like it."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:34:36 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 13:34:36 GMT -5
*Julian took the bottle, smelling the bottle cautiously.*
"It smells like poison."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 13:37:51 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 13:37:51 GMT -5
"I suppose it is. You really shouldn't drink that straight, you know." He frowned as if he hadn't been the one to suggest it in the first place.
"But I'm used to it."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 17:00:40 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 2, 2008 17:00:40 GMT -5
"Then why would you not drink something more palatable?" *He questioned honestly.*
"There are plenty a fine wine in Paris."
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Lost
Jun 2, 2008 17:02:48 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 2, 2008 17:02:48 GMT -5
"Oh, I like wine as well! But this--" he reached up clumsily and knocked his knuckles against the bottle with a dull thunk.
"this is magic. Lets you see things you couldn't before. Like you! I don't know whether you're real, or just another green fairy."
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