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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 29, 2008 20:14:51 GMT -5
*Mira had come back, of course- where else could she have gone? She spent her days in her room or at the Kit Kat Klub (not that she could ever tell him about it).
She came downstairs and watched her husband sadly, wanting to say something but unable to.*
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Oct 30, 2008 18:05:30 GMT -5
Somewhere in his mad ramblings, he paused to plant a kiss on Mira's cheek.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 1, 2008 1:33:48 GMT -5
*It was horrible- he was so far gone...*
I want to help you. But I don't think I can anymore.
"What are you doing?"
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 1, 2008 19:31:57 GMT -5
"Perfecting the formula," he mumbled.
"Stronger, faster, sturdier..."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 2, 2008 17:43:53 GMT -5
"Victor, I-"
*She stopped, instead looking more closely at his work, trying not to cringe.*
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 2, 2008 20:56:26 GMT -5
Glad of her interest, he ran over to the nearest table and brought over a sheet of paper covered in scribbles.
Some of it was indeed chemical formula, though in the margins were unintelligible writings and senseless doodles.
"I think the key is this one, here..." He pointed.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Nov 2, 2008 21:00:46 GMT -5
Mira leaned down and stroked the hideous cat-thing made from flesh of the dead that was rubbing against her leg.
"The key?"
She made a mental reminder to smoke her opium before visiting Victor- his work tended to make a lot more sense then.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Nov 2, 2008 21:13:41 GMT -5
The cat-thing made an off-kilter purring sound, rubbing its head against her leg.
Victor nodded emphatically.
"This part is crucial. If it fails, the whole concoction fails."
He frowned, glancing up at the lab table nearby.
"And it keeps failing." He spat.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 20, 2008 15:39:35 GMT -5
**LATER**
Victor was near to success. He'd been working hard on this concoction, and all he needed was one last test (which should be successful) and he could add the final ingredient that would make it work.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 20, 2008 16:21:18 GMT -5
Mira was sitting in a corner, wanting to be near him but having drugged herself with opium to avoid feelings of guilt. She gently stroked one of the experimental creatures, singing nonsense words softly and sadly to herself.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 20, 2008 17:09:00 GMT -5
He paused, glancing back at Mira. For a moment the fog of action lifted as he his eyes fell upon her.
"My dear...are you all right?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 20, 2008 20:31:14 GMT -5
His words struck through the haze- looking up, Mira could see only the husband she had unwillingly wronged.
"I'm- I'm alright" she said unconvincingly.
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 21, 2008 19:05:50 GMT -5
For the first time in a long time, his attention had been drawn away from his work. He carefully set down the glass vial he'd been holding and walked over to her.
"Are you sure?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Dec 21, 2008 22:07:34 GMT -5
At that, Mira broke down crying.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
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Post by Victor von Frankenstein on Dec 21, 2008 22:32:58 GMT -5
He took one of her hands in his, all of his attention now brought to bear--his face one of worry.
"My love! What's wrong? What is it?"
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