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Post by kayte on Nov 20, 2006 13:12:21 GMT -5
*looks at Darren and smiles* Hi. I don't know if we've met before- I'm Kayte.
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Post by Darren on Nov 20, 2006 14:01:18 GMT -5
Darren took her hand and air-kissed her on each cheek. "Hel-lo! I'm Darren."
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Post by kayte on Nov 20, 2006 14:48:19 GMT -5
*Kayte smiled brightly at him* Nice to meet you.
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Post by Charley C on Nov 20, 2006 15:23:33 GMT -5
*Stomps down stairs. and flings herself at the table.* I'm here now Dad. Stop shouting all the time.*Pouts*
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Post by Gerik on Nov 29, 2006 1:54:31 GMT -5
*smiles blandly at her, as if to say "Oh, you teenagers and your mood swings"*
Don't pout, darlin'. I'll give you an extra long music lesson after dinner.
*winks*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Nov 29, 2006 13:23:53 GMT -5
((*pukes*))
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Post by Charley C on Nov 29, 2006 13:37:10 GMT -5
((....))
*Charley pouted.* Ok fine, although.*She starts coughing.* I think all the smoking has messed up my voice.
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Post by Gerik on Nov 29, 2006 15:22:46 GMT -5
*chuckles*
Nonsense, darlin'. Smoking doesn't hurt your voice at all. Take me, for example.
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Post by Satan on Dec 4, 2006 19:57:20 GMT -5
*Satan found herself drawn to the home of the mysterious phantom who had haunted her myspace. As she walked down the empty cellar halls, she found herself singing softly.*
In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom Of the Opera is here Inside my mind.
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Post by Gerik on Dec 8, 2006 16:06:31 GMT -5
*hears a strange, sweet sound and stands swiftly, moving to the portcullis*
*whispering to himself* Is that...Christine? No, that's someone...new...
*raises the portcullis and trudges out into the water*
Sing once again with me, our strange duet, My power over you, grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside your mind.
*pulls himself out of the water at the other end, his clothing soaking wet and clinging to his manly physique as tightly as one of his black leather gloves*
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Post by Satan on Dec 8, 2006 16:09:32 GMT -5
*Satan looked around, her heart pounding, but somehow compelled to go on*
Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear...
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Post by Gerik on Dec 8, 2006 16:12:36 GMT -5
...it's me they hear...
*moves through the passages quickly, automatically, thinking of nothing but the girl whose voice had captured his heart and mind*
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Post by Satan on Dec 8, 2006 16:15:40 GMT -5
*She continued down in the dungeons, her chest heaving, her voice joining with that of the phantom's*
Your spirit and my voice In one combined The Phantom of the Opera Is here Inside my mind
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Post by Gerik on Dec 8, 2006 16:22:41 GMT -5
*turns the final corner and sees Satan at the opposite end of the corridor*
Sing for me!
*has decided to skip the last verse because he never learned it since it's not in the movie in his desire to get to her quicker, and advances dramatically toward her with his hand outstretched, a direction for her to sing as she approaches*
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Post by Satan on Dec 9, 2006 6:35:39 GMT -5
*Nearly faints at the sight of the Phantom, but, as if under his spell, conyinues toward him, singing.*
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