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Post by Erik on Mar 19, 2008 18:10:47 GMT -5
*Erik head butted Nadir. Hard. If he'd still had a nose, it'd have been bloodied, too.*
"ERIK LONGS TO TOUCH EVERYONE IN HIS RIGHT MIND! IT DOESN'T MEAN HE DOES IT. WELL, EXCEPT THAT ONE TIME. AND YOU. AND HER--" *he pointed at Shadi* "... AND CHRISTIAN AND JULIAN AND SATAN AND APHRODITE AND SOME GIRL AT THE CHAGNY BALL AND CHRISTINE THAT ONE TIME BUT SHE WAS ASLEEP AND I WAS JUST LOOKING, I SWEAR!"
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Post by Nadir on Mar 19, 2008 18:16:53 GMT -5
((
I CAN NOT FUCKING TOP THAT. CAN! NOT!
))
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Post by Erik on Mar 19, 2008 18:22:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((I WIN!!!))[/glow]
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Post by Nadir on Mar 19, 2008 18:23:25 GMT -5
((YOU DO.))
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Post by Shadi on Mar 19, 2008 18:25:37 GMT -5
*Shadi clapped once. Then again. Slowly, she built up a tempo until it was full-scale applause.
One hundred years later, the slow-clap would be invented by John Hughes, but by then it was too late. It had been born, and died, right here in the cellars of the Paris Opera.*
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Post by Nadir on Mar 25, 2008 17:17:26 GMT -5
*Nadir pinched the bridge of his nose.*
"Why I haven't KILLED you, yet, God only knows."
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Post by Erik on Mar 25, 2008 17:49:27 GMT -5
*Erik smiled secretively.*
"I'm charming."
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Post by Shadi on May 12, 2008 15:47:03 GMT -5
*On her way out, trailing after Nadir, Shadi bent to pick up something lying just outside the house, by the lake shore.
A doll, its face scarred with what looked like intent. She frowned. What was a doll doing in/near Erik's house? She tucked it away instinctively, for future thought. Or, if it was his, to piss Erik off. Either was good.*
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