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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:39:21 GMT -5
Iris waited for the dancer to answer as she hopped around ridiculously with one arm connected to her head. It was times like these that she really despised her hair.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:39:41 GMT -5
"Where do you need to go?" she asked,choosing refuge in audacity.
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:43:12 GMT -5
“Anyplace willing to take in the lost souls of the worl-”
Iris cut herself short with a sharp scream as she dislodged a rather frightening knot from the mess on her head.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:49:30 GMT -5
Meg stared at her for a moment before cautiously asking, "How much money do you have?"
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:57:30 GMT -5
Iris merely shook her head as she raised a hesitant finger to her scalp.
“I think I’m bleeding.”
When she removed her hand, there was indeed crimson liquid covering the digits.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 22:18:02 GMT -5
"Oh, your poor head!" Meg cooed. "Here- come with me to our dressing room-"
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 22:23:06 GMT -5
The imp seems to follow me everywhere I go.
Iris managed to squeak out a word of thanks.
((To the dressing rooms?))
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 22:28:23 GMT -5
((I'll start a thread.))
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 22:29:06 GMT -5
((Rock on!))
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 22:36:56 GMT -5
((Okay, it's the thread called "Girl talk" in the dressing rooms.))
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 22:41:48 GMT -5
((I'm there!))
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