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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 15:11:34 GMT -5
*Paris took another sip of her martini before throwing the glass at a wall, disgusted.* Ugh, why can't anyone make a good martini these days? It's, like, awful! *She tugged at the bottom of her silver microdress, stamping one sparkly shoe on the ground.* And where, like, is everyvody? This is so NOT HOT! *She finally saw what she thought was a piano and walked over to it. She perched on the bench and sighed as she lit a cigarette that she had pulled out of her bag.* Come ON. I know SOMEBODY, like, has to be out there.
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2006 15:50:56 GMT -5
Erik watched as the increasingly annoying blonde girl proceeded to throw a fit and then sit down at his piano. no one touched his piano. Fuming, he approached and slammed a black gloved hand down on the lip of the instrument, glowering down at her. when she lit a...was that a tiny cigar? how disgusting. he plucked it from her grasp and ground it underfoot. "who do you t hink you are to be down here?" he snarled, his voice barely audible.
((violint!Erik! woot...that was kinda fun to write actually...))
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Post by Raoul on Aug 6, 2006 15:56:10 GMT -5
((Yay! take her down....))
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Post by Lune on Aug 6, 2006 16:23:20 GMT -5
((Yeah! Go Erik!))
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Post by paris on Aug 6, 2006 20:49:06 GMT -5
*Paris looked up lazily, rolling her eyes at the sight of a man in a mask.* Hey, watch it, Mardi Gras. I don't have an unlimited supply of cigarettes with me, ya know. Gawsh. *She lit another one.* And I've no idea how I ended up down here. I WAS at Club Paris and then I was here. You might want to clean this place up if you want someone like me to party in here. And you might want to lose the mask. Masks are so out. *She blew a smoke ring in his face.* And even though I don't know how I got down here, it's perfectly fine for me to be here. I'm Paris Hilton, after all. Usually they're falling all over themselves by now. *She eyes Erik, waiting for this to happen.* Or not. Get me another martini, mask boy.
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Post by Sir Percy on Aug 11, 2006 17:57:10 GMT -5
((Oh my God. You know...if Percy were a REAL gentleman...he'd try to save her. But dude, he's totally still broken up about Vianne, and Marguerite's death, and the fact that he might have to return to England without his beloved...so, sorry babe. Paris is SOL. The Scarlet Pimpernel draws the line at women with bad makeup lines.
Kill her Erik! Make her suffer. I'm enjoying this FAR too much.))
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Post by Peter Pan on Aug 31, 2006 12:27:36 GMT -5
Peter landed with Shadi on the edge of Erik's place. Peter didn't land besided Shadi but looked ahead at the sight. there was a man in a mask and some girl on the piano. Peter pulled Shadi out of sight and signed for her to be quiet.
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Post by Shadi on Sept 2, 2006 11:21:35 GMT -5
*Shadi had to cover her own mouth to keep silent, so great was her impulse to ask what was going on. Instead, she followed Peter behind a convenient pillar ((OMG NOT THE PILLAR)) and poked her head out slightly to watch.*
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Post by Peter Pan on Sept 3, 2006 8:32:38 GMT -5
Peter floated above Shadi, with his own head poked around slightly to watch.
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Post by paris on Oct 9, 2006 20:36:06 GMT -5
*rolls eyes and lights yet another cigarette*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Oct 5, 2007 21:36:49 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Scarlett wandered around, her twin brothers in tow. Her dark ringlets bounced, and her hazel eyes were wide in her pretty, delicate face. She'd snuck out with Penn and Fabian earlier, absolutely dying to visit the Opera, and so far hadn't been disappointed by what they had found.* Isn't this cool, y'all?
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Post by Pina on Oct 5, 2007 21:38:10 GMT -5
((You want traumatizing deformed suebaby?))
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Oct 5, 2007 21:41:07 GMT -5
((Sure! ;D ))
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Post by Pina on Oct 5, 2007 21:46:42 GMT -5
*Pina peeked around a wall, scared by the strangers in the house. They seemed to be about her age, but instinct told her to keep herself hidden.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Oct 5, 2007 21:48:24 GMT -5
*Scarlett twirled around, her long curls flying everywhere. Her brothers bounced around doing cartwheels, somersaults, and flips, giggling the entire time.*
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