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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 14, 2006 20:21:33 GMT -5
*enters and sits down before the vanity mirror sulkily, brushing her long chocolate hair with a comb found in a drawer and sighing forlornly*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 14, 2006 22:23:00 GMT -5
*sighs again*
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Post by casanova on Nov 14, 2006 22:26:02 GMT -5
*wanders in*
Oh, beg your pardon, Miss.
*bows and turns to go out the way he came in*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 14, 2006 22:35:48 GMT -5
*gasps* Oh no, I'm sorry, don't go! I...I'm not even supposed to be in here, I was just looking for someplace to sit down...did you need something?
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Post by casanova on Nov 14, 2006 22:39:36 GMT -5
*Casanova raised his eyebrows innocently.* "Uhm, no. Not exactly." *he approached her cautiously.* "Are you alright? Shall I fetch a physician?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 14, 2006 22:45:32 GMT -5
A physician? *glances down at herself* Do I look that terrible?
No...no, I don't need medical attention. I've just been feeling so...*sighs*...I dunno.
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Post by casanova on Nov 14, 2006 22:49:48 GMT -5
*Casanova reached behind himself and withdrew two glasses and a bottle of chilled champagne from out of what seemed like thin air, placing them on the table in front of Bonnie-Marie. He opened the champagne with a pop and poured two glasses and sat beside her.* "Tell me about it, my girl."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 15, 2006 1:42:09 GMT -5
*takes a glass from him, but does not drink*
No, I mean, I really don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've just been feeling so tired and moody for no particular reason. And I can't find Ichy. Do you know my Ichy, Ichabod Crane? He hasn't been around for while. And lately I just feel so unattached to everything, you know? And I think I ruined Belladonna's life a couple of days ago. And I have this feeling in my gut that suggests to me something happened to my cousin, Raoul, recently, though I have no real way of knowing. And I can't find dear Jeeves. And I'm hungry. Do you have any crackers on you?
*delivers this monologue in a very conversational sort of manner, as if it's normal*
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Post by casanova on Nov 15, 2006 1:59:06 GMT -5
"Mmm. As a matter of fact..." *Casanova nodded and pulled a small tin of expensive and delicious crackers from his coat pocket and set them in front of Bonnie-Marie.* "Help yourse--ah." *he cleared his throat as half the box had already disappeared as the perky brunette sat munching happily.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 15, 2006 14:13:36 GMT -5
*between mouthfulls* Thank you...so, so much!...I really don't know...why I'm...so hungry...lately. I think maybe...I'm an...um...emotional eater...that's what...Glamour magazine...called it. *empties the tin entirely and brushes crumbs off her hands*
Thank you, monsieur! *pauses* Oh, by the way...who are you?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Nov 15, 2006 14:23:55 GMT -5
*barges in*
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Post by Alexander the Great on Nov 15, 2006 14:47:02 GMT -5
((*coughs* Ichy, m'boy...I think you might be in trouble. Big trouble.))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Nov 15, 2006 14:48:45 GMT -5
*jumps up, dumping the empty tin onto the floor*
ICHY!
*runs and throws her arms around him*
Where on Earth have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Nov 15, 2006 14:51:06 GMT -5
Ichabod looked somber. "I'm so sorry. I was doing research in Uzbekistan and was held prisoner by terrorists."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Nov 15, 2006 14:54:16 GMT -5
((*sprays lemonade everywhere*))
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