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Post by Shira on Jan 29, 2007 20:53:44 GMT -5
((Still banned. At least, last time I checked with her.))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Jan 30, 2007 19:29:35 GMT -5
((I may end up going to Judge Turpin's ball without him. I have something really good planned. ))
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Post by Shira on Jan 30, 2007 19:32:31 GMT -5
((Oh, gosh. xD))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
Posts: 11
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Post by The Bride on Jan 30, 2007 19:34:32 GMT -5
((I think you know that the Bride is actually Joanna from Sweeney Todd, although she was adopted. She's been tracing her roots, and I've planned this confrontation for a while.
Oh, what the hell. I'm going.))
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jan 31, 2007 7:07:21 GMT -5
((Yeah, I see how it is. Just leave me. That's just cruel, woman. D:<))
John took his gun, and hit her, hard in the back of the head. She fell to the floor, unsoncious. (For real this time.) John looked at her with distaste, straightened his clothing, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 0:02:28 GMT -5
"Sydney! Sydney!"
Christian bent down over Syd's unconscious body and checked for a pulse. He exhaled when he found one.
"Come on, Syd!"
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 0:17:57 GMT -5
Sydney groaned and opened her eyes slowly. She felt a sharp pain come from her right temple and warm blood smeared across her cheeks.
"Christian..." she mumbled as she tried to pick herself up.
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2007 0:20:59 GMT -5
"Shh..." Christian hushed her. "Just relax while I try to get you up."
He put an arm around her shoulders and underneath her knees, carrying Syd in his arms. He walked as quickly back as he could to her room without losing grip of Syd.
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Post by Sydney on Feb 1, 2007 0:29:40 GMT -5
"My room... 1062," she said weakly and cringed at the pain.
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Post by Toby on Feb 22, 2007 19:50:16 GMT -5
*Toby ducked into the empty proproom, and took out the small bag that contained all his posessions in the world. Among them was a silver-handled razor ((even though it's highly improbable that Sweeney would have let him get away with one of his "friends", but whatever)).*
"He died so our love could live!"
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Post by Shira on Feb 22, 2007 19:51:20 GMT -5
((OMG, Hinckley!Toby!))
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Post by Toby on Feb 22, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -5
(( ;D Toby is marginally less pathetic, since he's actually friends with his obsession. But it's close.))
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Post by Shira on Feb 22, 2007 19:55:12 GMT -5
((Does Toby love her? I actually think they'd be a cute couple. (Stealing from Beatrice? No!)))
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Post by Toby on Feb 22, 2007 19:57:19 GMT -5
((I'm not sure. But she's stuck on Booth, anyway.))
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Post by Shira on Feb 22, 2007 19:58:26 GMT -5
((Yeah, but I mean later on.))
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