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Post by Erik on Apr 16, 2007 17:55:58 GMT -5
((Keep in mind Norman doesn't actually *want* to kill anyone. ETA: Oh, and they're both just sort of standing their, contemplating their sexuality. Don't worry, I'll think of something. Or I'll leave them standing there for a week, hoping they decide to make out.))
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Post by Toby on Apr 16, 2007 17:59:30 GMT -5
((That would be kind of cute. Anyway, I'm not sure if Chris and Ed are attracted to each other, or just friends.))
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Post by magenta on Apr 16, 2007 20:21:34 GMT -5
((Then again, we could always have an alien wander in...))
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Post by Macheath on Apr 20, 2007 16:27:42 GMT -5
((Or another psycho...))
*Alex wandered backstage, huming his favorite tune. When he looked casually inside a room, he noticed a man with a knife and another in a dress*
Damn. How much of that milk-plus have I been drinking, anyway?
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Post by Macheath on Apr 23, 2007 17:43:10 GMT -5
*Still standing here, awkwardly*
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Post by Ed Wood on Apr 23, 2007 18:19:30 GMT -5
*Ed stumbles back, as Norman falls against the mirror. The man opposite him stares openly in terror. A kind of terror Ed has never seen in any horror movie. He is strangely moved; unhurt, he is merely confused and disturbed by the attack. Not afraid. He pulls his angora sweater into place and is about to open his mouth when he catches movement at the corner of his eye.
A man stands in the doorway, black bowler tipped over his long-lashed eye. Ed glances between the two men, without a clue what's going on.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Apr 23, 2007 18:22:09 GMT -5
*Norman sees the two men looking at him and turns quickly, only to start in fear at the image reflected in the glass. It's the image, not of a man, but of a frightened boy. Norman hates the look of terror in the boy's eyes, the self-loathing that pours from every inch. With a wild cry he launches himself at the mirror, which shatters against his fists into thousands of glass shards, all reflecting his fear, his hatred, his desire.*
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Post by Macheath on Apr 23, 2007 18:47:26 GMT -5
*Sneaks out*
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Post by Ed Wood on Apr 25, 2007 12:04:14 GMT -5
((That's it, Alex? After all that? Too emo for you?))
*Ed started forward as blood began gushing from the cuts on the other man's hands. Wig falling off in his rush, he ripped the hem of his skirt to shreds, which he then approached the hurt man with.*
"I don't know what's wrong with you, but you're getting blood just everywhere. Can I help you?"
*There was no answer, but he approached anyway. Norman let him wrap his hands, staring at the floor or the wall in mute defiance.*
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Post by Macheath on Apr 26, 2007 17:32:20 GMT -5
((No, but what was he supposed to do? Propose a threesome?))
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Post by Rochester on Apr 26, 2007 17:34:30 GMT -5
((*impersonates Jack Sparrow*Threesomes? I love threesomes! Boys all 'round.))
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Post by merc on Apr 26, 2007 21:03:51 GMT -5
((Oy vey. Alex, Ed, and Norman...it would most likely end with Norman apologizing to his dead mother, Ed filming it, and Alex vowing to permanently lay off the milk.))
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 10:40:43 GMT -5
((I'm now struck with an uncommon urge to see that.))
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Post by magenta on Apr 27, 2007 14:54:03 GMT -5
((Or at least a photomanip of it))
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Post by Rochester on Apr 27, 2007 14:57:39 GMT -5
((I'm working on it. I promise.))
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