|
Post by sark on Oct 9, 2006 20:10:40 GMT -5
*Staggers stupidly through the hallways outside of the dressing rooms, still unsure of what, exactly, is going on*
|
|
|
Post by Susanna on Oct 9, 2006 20:15:38 GMT -5
Posting as Syd: Syd ran swiftly through the hallways and attacked Sark, pinning him against the wall. With impossible speed, she unholstered her 9mm and pointed it right between his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?!" ((sorry, g2g. Be on tomorrw. Time for my three hour singing classes at college. )
|
|
|
Post by sark on Oct 9, 2006 20:18:12 GMT -5
*Ah, at last something that I can understand* Sydney, I mean you no harm. I don't quite know what I'm doing here. The last thing I remember is being attacked by a man who looked suspiciousley like Quentin Tarantino. Perhaps you could explain why you're all dressed like extras from an Andrew Lloyd Webber production?
|
|
|
Post by Sydney on Oct 10, 2006 17:39:36 GMT -5
Syd thought for a moment..."Quentin Tarantino?...ugh! Nevermind." Syd took her gun away from Sark's head, "I've got no idea here the hell I am either...but play along and try to act normal...that's what I've come to notice." She said casually.
|
|
|
Post by sark on Oct 10, 2006 17:53:56 GMT -5
*Sark looked around at the decadent halls and innocent chorus girls* Well, it'll be a challenge, but I suppose I'll get used to it.
|
|
|
Post by Sydney on Oct 10, 2006 17:55:41 GMT -5
"Don't get too comfy." She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to her dorm room. "You seriously need a wardrobe change.
((I'm gonna make a new thread at the Dormitories.))
|
|
|
Post by sark on Oct 10, 2006 18:14:09 GMT -5
((You're a fast worker ))
|
|
|
Post by Sydney on Oct 10, 2006 18:18:31 GMT -5
((Read what the new thread says~ XD))
|
|
|
Post by sark on Oct 10, 2006 18:23:36 GMT -5
((I did- but he's still Sark, and he, of course, has nothing but ideas.))
|
|
|
Post by Parisa on Jul 17, 2009 23:32:38 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Parisa wandered through the halls with Devon, not really bothering to think of where they were going.*
|
|
Devon
- Ingenious Pilot -
werewolf%\0\%
Posts: 158
|
Post by Devon on Jul 18, 2009 1:53:58 GMT -5
Devon quietly followed behind her, his eyes wandering from the decorated walls to the back of Parisa's head, examining her lush dark tresses.
|
|
|
Post by Parisa on Jul 18, 2009 2:03:58 GMT -5
*She glanced back at him, smiling slightly, her long dark curls bouncing and shimmering in the light.* It's like a maze in here, isn't it? So many hallways, so many rooms! I never knew what half of them were meant to be... *Parisa stopped, pushing open a door and peering inside.* Another empty rehearsal room... *She closed the door and went to another, where a loud shriek of surprise made her slam the door shut.* And another room being borrowed by someone who doesn't belong here... *She shot Devon her seductive, half-amused smile.*
|
|
Devon
- Ingenious Pilot -
werewolf%\0\%
Posts: 158
|
Post by Devon on Jul 18, 2009 23:20:33 GMT -5
He chuckled softly to himself at the last door that was opened and the ensuing scream, but frowned at her statement. "Someone who doesn't belong here...what do you mean by that?" he inquired.
|
|
|
Post by Parisa on Jul 18, 2009 23:39:40 GMT -5
Oh, when I first arrived in Paris the Opera was like a hotel! Even girls who weren't employed here would take one of the rooms, and there were always new people wandering in. I lived here for a while, and I- *Her eyes seemed to darken slightly as she broke off, though she quickly recovered and looked inside another room.* It looks like that has continued...
|
|
Devon
- Ingenious Pilot -
werewolf%\0\%
Posts: 158
|
Post by Devon on Jul 19, 2009 21:43:45 GMT -5
"Interesting," he said, rubbing the edge of his jaw with one hand. Devon's gaze followed that of Parisa, his eyes tracing into a desolate room within which various cloths and jewelry were scattered about. "And do the operators of this establishment know that such occurrences are common?"
|
|