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Oct 14, 2006 20:10:30 GMT -5
Post by Irene on Oct 14, 2006 20:10:30 GMT -5
Once the foul creature had carried me off to the cellars, I knew that my plan was working. Once I was quite sure we were alone, I opened my eyes. "Hello, beastie."
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Oct 14, 2006 20:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Dracula on Oct 14, 2006 20:13:24 GMT -5
*Dracula would have been surprised by Irene's remark, but at that moment, he was seized with an uncontrollable spasm. He hit the floor, his limbs growing numb* Irene! What the hell have you done?!
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Oct 14, 2006 20:19:17 GMT -5
Post by Irene on Oct 14, 2006 20:19:17 GMT -5
I smiled, and turned on a convenient gramaphone in the corner. As I put on a Beetovan record, I responded quite unemotionally.
"Nothing like a bit of the old Ludwig Van, is there? Real horrorshow. To answer your question, when you kissed me, I had just taken a bit of garlic. Not enough to kill you, but enough to make you somewhat immobile for a short period of time." Smiling, I took out a bag full of silver knives.
((Apolohies to A Clockwork Orange))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:21:17 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 14, 2006 20:21:17 GMT -5
((POTC2 and Clockwork Orange. Five hypothetical bucks says Irene makes a reference to a different movie/book in each post in this thread.))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:21:52 GMT -5
Post by Dracula on Oct 14, 2006 20:21:52 GMT -5
Irene, I thought you were smarter than this. You know you can't kill me. *Even as he said those words, Dracula felt himself unable to move his arms*
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Oct 14, 2006 20:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Irene on Oct 14, 2006 20:26:34 GMT -5
((Sut up. ;D)) "Kill you? Oh no, I wouldn't want to do that. That would be over so soon." I took one of the knives, and held it over his left shoulder. "You see, since you can't die from your wounds, you will instead lie here in the cellar, screaming for your torment to end, hoping for someone, anyone, to help you. Just as I felt locked in that vile castle of yours." And with that, I plunged the kife through his shoulder. As he writhed in agony, I hammered it in deeper, until it nailed him to the floor.
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Oct 14, 2006 20:30:09 GMT -5
Post by Dracula on Oct 14, 2006 20:30:09 GMT -5
*Dracula's face contorted from the pain, but could do nothing to stop the madwoman.*
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Oct 14, 2006 20:30:56 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 14, 2006 20:30:56 GMT -5
((Can't he turn into mist or something?))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:35:36 GMT -5
Post by Sir Percy on Oct 14, 2006 20:35:36 GMT -5
((I thought he could. But there's so many different versions of Dracula...who knows?))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:36:40 GMT -5
Post by Irene on Oct 14, 2006 20:36:40 GMT -5
((No, because it's MY revenge scheme. In addition to which, silver is supposed to be a weopen against vampires, so it might conceivebly keep him from using his awsome vampiric powers.))
I smiled and continued to drive in the knives into his figure, until his chest, arms, and legs were nailed to the floor. I turned off the music, and wondered how long he would lie there until he was rescued. Much as I would have loved to watch every minute of his torture, I had to go before they realized I was missing. As I went out, I tipped my fedora.
"Be seeing you."
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Oct 14, 2006 20:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 14, 2006 20:39:02 GMT -5
((Ohhh you could have borrowed Count Rugen's Machine and hooked him up and sucked all the years off his life--only he's immortal, so you could keep him on maxed-out pain forever and ever.))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:41:17 GMT -5
Post by Irene on Oct 14, 2006 20:41:17 GMT -5
((When you mentioned DeSade, I was going to wait until he came and steal some of his "equipment". But since Dracula will get out eventually, who knows what the future holds?))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:43:42 GMT -5
Post by Susanna on Oct 14, 2006 20:43:42 GMT -5
((That was sweet~ XD))
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Oct 14, 2006 20:51:35 GMT -5
Post by Dracula on Oct 14, 2006 20:51:35 GMT -5
*Dracula groaned, but had to admit to being impressed. She had won this round. He winced at the pain of the blades, and hoped he would be found.*
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Oct 14, 2006 20:52:54 GMT -5
Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 14, 2006 20:52:54 GMT -5
((*fights the urge to send Giry down*))
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