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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 14:23:58 GMT -5
*Vianne lay awake most of the night, staring at the thick blackness that surrounded her.*
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 15:58:45 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"Madame Giry?"
She leaned into the dark room.
"Madame Giry, are you all right? I've heard you tossing and turning horribly..."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 17:26:49 GMT -5
*In another room, Erik was giggling to himself. How had he never discovered this heavenly substance before? Little cakes, smoked like tobacco only much more prettily, with lovely little pipes and smoking things. He could kill Nadir for not telling him. Nasty little Oriental. That made him giggle again.
Ah, but it felt so good. He hardly felt like killing anyone, which was really rather unusual for him. He couldn't remember where these comfy pillows had come from, but he liked them. They were good for... lounging. Yes, that was the word. Lounging was a good word, because it sounded like what it was. It was looong. And relaxed. And... dammit, wasn't he speaking French anyway?
No matter! He felt lovely and calm and a little bit... well, he found himself rather thinking about Poe, and how nice it had all been, and how afterwards he'd wandered about the seedy side of town and learned about this opium thing and found Madame Giry in a brothel or disco hall or what have you and somehow, all those things (except Poe, of course) were back at his place, and he wasn't quite sure what they had to do with each other but he felt certain it would come to him.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:27:26 GMT -5
"I...I'm fine, thank you," *she called out.*
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:29:56 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"Are you sure? I can't sleep either. Something out here smells weird."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:32:42 GMT -5
"That'd be Erik."
*Vianne paused.*
"...I smell nothing."
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 17:33:50 GMT -5
(("Your mom smells weird!"))
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:35:19 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"Hang on a minute."
She followed the smell into Erik's bedchamber and found him halfway in his coffin, giggling at nothing in particular.
"Oh, shit," she said delicately.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:36:30 GMT -5
*Vianne poked her head out of her room.*
"What is it?"
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:38:28 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"Nothing... er, you don't wanna see this. Go back to bed and dream happy dreams about butterflies and forget this ever happened or something..." said Megan, without taking her eyes off of Erik.
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Post by Erik on Jul 24, 2007 17:39:15 GMT -5
"TOORA LOORA TOORA LOO-RYE-AYE!!!"
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:40:24 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"Yeah, you REALLY should go now," she said quickly to Giry, and she practically ran into Erik's room.
"What the HELL are you DOING!?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:40:35 GMT -5
((DAMNIT. PICKLE RULE. WE HAD A DEAL.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 24, 2007 17:41:33 GMT -5
*Vianne came down the hallway and peered through the doorway.*
"Oh, Erik," *she said with pity.*
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Post by Magda on Jul 24, 2007 17:43:21 GMT -5
**AS MEGAN**
"And after I made you pretty, too..."
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