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Post by Belladonna on Feb 7, 2007 22:37:39 GMT -5
*Bella looked at him silently for a moment, opening her mouth to say something, then closing it again. Finally, she sighed* No...I don't...I don't think so.
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Post by Christian on Feb 7, 2007 22:44:02 GMT -5
"There must something I can do." Christian looked around the room wildly, looking for an answer.
"Wait right here; I have it." He quickly fled behind a partition, dug through cobwebs and dust, and threw some clothes on. He finally came out looking like a gypsy. ((Took it from Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre.))
He spoke like a crone in a wheezy and hoarse voice, "Would you like your fortune told, young lady?"
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 7, 2007 22:45:25 GMT -5
*Bella raised an eyebrow, the edges of her mouth tipping upward very very slightly* Oh, so you can do that?
((Dad's kicking me off. I'll probably be back later.))
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Post by Christian on Feb 7, 2007 22:52:39 GMT -5
"Yes; the things I know." Christian held Bella's palm and traced it very lightly with a finger. "I see... much wangst in your future an old love rekindled, and an ultimate sacrifice. Is that good enough?" ((Hehe, foreshadowing. )) ((See you later! You better be back on... ;D))
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 7, 2007 23:09:46 GMT -5
((Crap. My dad is rewriting a law tonight-so I can't sneak back on. I'll check the posts tomorrow morning and do my best to get onw hen yall are, but my dad is about to bust me. So, good night!))
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Post by Christian on Feb 7, 2007 23:13:26 GMT -5
((I'm leaving, too. Good night!))
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 8, 2007 18:57:24 GMT -5
*Bella was crushed by the anvils of foreshadowing frowned slightly; even though she had never believed in fortune telling, the words 'ultimate sacrifice' seemed rather...ominous.*
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Post by Christian on Feb 8, 2007 22:17:24 GMT -5
Christian bit the inside of his cheek when Bella's expressions darkened again.
"I was only kidding, mademoiselle." He grinned awkwardly.
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 8, 2007 22:38:55 GMT -5
*Bella awoke from her reverie and rewatching Grey's Anatomy online with a start* Oh, I know. *She managed a small smile and stood up* I just, um, remembered that I have this, um...thing. To do. So...I have to go. And do this...thing. But, um, thank you. *She hurried out of the room to the cellars, determined to get Christian's memory back*
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Post by Christian on Feb 8, 2007 22:42:23 GMT -5
"All right, then mademoiselle!" Christian called out as Bella began to leave the room.
"I'll see you around!" Christian fingered the gypsy costume that he was still wearing and began to take it off. With his hair in disorder, he also left.
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Post by Sylvia on Aug 11, 2007 13:54:44 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Sylvia swallowed and paced nervously. It had been a while since she had been out and this wasn't the ideal situation for her to be in. She tried to assure herself that it was for a good cause and that everything would work out in the end. After all, it was just one night, right? She pushed the hood of her cloak back as she idly wandered the room. Suddenly she wondered if Elisabeta would be strong enough to show after having been suppressed for so long. If she had to, could she fake it?*
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Post by Dracula on Aug 11, 2007 14:02:39 GMT -5
((If she had to, could she fake it? *is laughing so hard her ribs start to hurt.*))
*Dracula opened the door to the room and waited in the doorway, perfectly dressed and looking stunning as always. He smiled at Sylvia, though in his eyes there was an hint of uneasiness, he was still worried about the prophecy of his death.*
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Post by Sylvia on Aug 11, 2007 14:05:49 GMT -5
((I am so bad. I didn't even mean it like that. *sits in the corner*))
*Sylvia turned to him sharply and her lashes fluttered before her gaze fell to the floor.*
"Your Highness."
*She curtsied instinctively. It had been so long, the sinking feeling in her stomach had finally started to fade, but it was back with a vengeance.*
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Post by Dracula on Aug 12, 2007 6:19:25 GMT -5
*Dracula stayed in the doorway and scanned the room, with all those detectives and vampire slayers running around and always interfering he couldn't be careful enough. Though a part of him didn't want to be careful, that part of him just wanted to tacklehug hold his wife in his arms and be at peace for one night.*
"Good evening Sylvia."
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Post by Sylvia on Aug 12, 2007 7:04:22 GMT -5
*Sylvia wrung her hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping towards him.*
"I have honored our agreement. Have you made arrangements to deal with Mondego?"
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