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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:23:04 GMT -5
Sydney smiled dryly then walked up to her and readjusted the wig. She then grabbed her coat and draped it over her arm and gun to hide it. "We're going to walk out of this place like nothing happened. If you even look at a person wrong, I'll shoot you in the back. I hope I've made myself clear."
Syd smiled again and opened the door, motioning for her to walk out before her.
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:24:18 GMT -5
*Belladonna shot the woman a venomous look but walked out quietly, trying to figure out who this woman was, why she looked so familiar, and where she was going*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:30:00 GMT -5
When they had exited the Moulin Rouge, she directed her to the carriage waiting for her infront. When they got in, Syd tied her hands together with plastic ties then wet a piece of cloth with chloroform.
"Can't have you freak out, can I?" She took the cloth and covered her nose and mouth. Belladonna thrashed for a few moments under her hand then went limp.
Syd turned to the driver, "The Opera Populaire."
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:30:38 GMT -5
*is knocked out*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:31:25 GMT -5
((XD *Cracks up*))
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Post by Christian on Nov 23, 2006 23:32:41 GMT -5
((should i create a thread in the cellars??))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:33:43 GMT -5
((Yeah ;D))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:35:56 GMT -5
(( I JUST DID THAT!))
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Post by Christian on Nov 23, 2006 23:36:52 GMT -5
((Awww, man. >.<))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 23:37:03 GMT -5
((*spazzes* WHERE DO I DRAG MY UNCONSCIOUS BUTT? ;D))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:37:32 GMT -5
((ARG! My thread~ ))
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Post by Christian on Nov 23, 2006 23:37:57 GMT -5
((I deleted mine!))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 23:38:27 GMT -5
((Cool~))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 24, 2006 1:42:16 GMT -5
*Belladonna hurried to the Moulin Rouge. He did not know she had been there- he would not find her. She could not handle this! As soon as she arrived, she ran to room three and changed back into her to- tight, too-short, and too-lowcut dress, then walked back out into the main room. She began to circulate again, looking for customers and trying, trying, trying to forget the soft, pleading sound of Christian's voice, and his eyes, and the way he said her name.*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 24, 2006 19:00:26 GMT -5
The carriage came to a stop at the Moulin Rouge. Before the exited the carriage, Syd turned to Christian, took out her 9mm Sigsaur and held it out grip first, "Do you know how to use one?"
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