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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 17:09:36 GMT -5
*throws open a door, stomps to center stage, and shouts at the top of her lungs*
ICHABOD CRANE!!!
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 17:24:57 GMT -5
*peers through his opera glasses as he reclines in a gilded chair in one of the boxes.* "...Bonnie-Marie?" *he murmured, a strange fluttering piercing his chest like an arrow with wings.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 17:39:13 GMT -5
*waits about thirty seconds and when he doesn't appear in that amount of time, she stomps over to a prop table and begins throwing things onto the floor in an attempt to make as much noise as possible*
ICHABOD! *crash* CRANE! *bang* WHERE *boom* ARE *crack* YOU?? *slam*
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 19:01:09 GMT -5
*Nadir frowned at the scene before him, struck with a dilemma.* Surely she isn't seeking anyone's company beyond this Crane fellow...but on the other hand she may do herself a harm before long... *Gentlemanly instinct winning over all, he leapt with cat-like grace from the box, shimmied down the nearby curtain and jumped to the stage, landing easily on his feet before he straightened and made a short bow to Bonnie-Marie in a courtly fashion.* "Forgive me, but you seem distressed..." *he inexorably sauntered slowly towards her, his golden gaze wary even as he took her flying hands in his and held them, drawing her close to stem her struggles.* "Hush now..." *he said gently.* "My dear, you will solve nothing by anger...trust me..."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 19:29:09 GMT -5
Angel!
*is so startled to see him again that she almost forgets her anger*
*remembers* And just where have YOU been? I thought you'd died! And it turns out that all this time I needed help from someone, or I needed someone to pay attention to me, you were AROUND HERE THE WHOLE TIME AND IGNORING ME?!?!
*grabs a prop candle and hurls it at him*
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 19:38:19 GMT -5
*ducks it easily, his anger now simmering, and grabs Bonnie-Marie's wrist, twisting her arm with a strangely cruel smile.* "If memory serves, Mam'selle, you chose another protector..." *he flung her hand from his with a sneer.* "Where is your stagehand now?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 19:47:09 GMT -5
*fixes him with a surprisingly cold stare*
He's dead.
*picks up a prop knife, which she doesn't realize is plastic, and brandishes it at him as if she will actually plunge it into his flesh should he come any closer*
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 19:52:39 GMT -5
*Nadir's lids barely fluttered.* "...How lucky for him..." *he murmured. He picked up a piece of fruit from a bowl that sat on a table set with props for a feast scene. Luckily the apple was real and he bit into it with casual relish, chewing and swallowing slowly as he kept his gaze riveted on Bonnie-Marie.* "Now tell me truly," *he said smoothly.* "When you found out he was gone, did you latch on to your Ichabod Crane that same hour, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?"
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Post by Diana on Dec 8, 2006 19:53:06 GMT -5
((*Is clueless* WHAT'S going on here?))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 19:56:11 GMT -5
((They're...fighting?))
*stiffly* Dominic and I were no longer together when I met Ich--Monsieur Crane. But that is none of your business and I don't see why it should matter anyway.
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 20:02:40 GMT -5
((They're Break-Dance Fighting!))
*Nadir strode towards her and had hauled her close to him in the moment it took to draw breath. He tilted her face towards his and peered into her eyes, the heat in his gaze threatening to melt the ice in hers.* "Then it is just as I thought..." *he muttered.* "You're as fickle as you are beautiful." *He turned and strode back towards the wings, speaking over his shoulder to her.* "You lose the right to bemoan your fate when you cannot settle your heart somewhere and keep it content. If you are torn it is only because it is impossible to be in more than one place at once and yet you insist on trying to serve your selfish desires." *he stopped only to glance back with withering contempt, seeing nothing of the girl he had once allowed to enter his heart.* "You are naught but a spoiled brat...and so you shall remain, from the looks of things..." *he turned to go.*
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Post by Diana on Dec 8, 2006 20:10:47 GMT -5
((*Stares* I know they're fighting but...why?))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 20:12:13 GMT -5
*shrieks* You know nothing about me, and care even less!
*chokes back a sob*
I loved Dominic, I wanted to marry him! But he didn't want me! He disappeared, he never spoke to me again! Ichabod was the only person around who cared to help me. Do not speak to me about being fickle, monsieur, not when you display the very qualities you so quickly assume others to have without any basis in fact! When Dominic didn't want to marry me...I died that day!
((One good Princess Bride quote deserves another, right?))
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Post by Nadir on Dec 8, 2006 20:19:18 GMT -5
((Boredom, Diana. Boredom.))
"I know everything I ever wish to know of you, Mam'selle, and I care nothing." *he bowed shortly.* "I'm afraid you have long been desiring my absence." *his eyes revealed nothing as he coolly looked her in the eye once more.* "I will leave you now." *he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the wings.*
((So good it deserves a BBC P&P quote.))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Dec 8, 2006 20:23:41 GMT -5
*screams in rage and runs after him, hurling everything she can get her hands on at him: props, music stands, chairs...*
I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH! I HATE YOU!!!
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