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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 16:51:06 GMT -5
"My uncle will be leaving soon-- I can't stay here until your friends come back--"
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2010 17:05:10 GMT -5
"The dead people outside will smell your blood."
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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 17:07:48 GMT -5
"What?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2010 17:15:05 GMT -5
"The dead people. You know- I think they're called zombi sometimes- Tybalt and I fought them off... once..."
She trailed off and folded up a little.
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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 17:26:09 GMT -5
Stefan mostly just stared at her, looking even more stunned than when he was getting mauled. Of course things were different outside of the armpit of Europe, but...
"... then what should I do?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2010 18:05:49 GMT -5
"Hide here for the night?"
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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 18:54:23 GMT -5
He shrunk back a little.
"Here? As in-- here? There's passages and things, I know--"
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2010 20:51:25 GMT -5
"Trap doors and such, yes."
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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 20:52:07 GMT -5
"I'll just stay in one of those."
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2010 21:07:45 GMT -5
"Just hope the ghost doesn't get you-"
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Post by Basini on Oct 10, 2010 21:10:41 GMT -5
"Now you're just making up stories!" His tone was querulous but rather pathetic. Stefan dug for his cigarette papers.
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 11, 2010 2:45:20 GMT -5
"I am not!" Meg protested. "He's tall and dreadful-looking, with a face like a skull, and he kidnapped Christine right off the stage, and if he catches you..."
She mimed pulling a rope on her own neck, tilting her head to one side and sticking out her tongue while her eyes popped, then continued her story.
"And he did it to Joseph Buquet. Joseph Buquet spied on us while we changed too, and the ghost hanged him and dropped him from the flies..."
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Post by Basini on Oct 11, 2010 18:03:48 GMT -5
Stefan's eyes got very large, as he clumsily tried to roll a cigarette with noncooperative fingers.
"That isn't possible! I'm not stupid, you know--" He tried to imitate Torless' rythyms of speech, never sounding like he quite believed in anything. "You're just lying to scare me."
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 11, 2010 18:53:20 GMT -5
"It was in the papers and everything. I don't think Christine ever really recovered..."
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Post by Basini on Oct 11, 2010 19:00:55 GMT -5
"I don't b-believe you," he said, a little, well, whinily. "Do you have a match?"
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