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Post by Beatrice on Apr 28, 2007 18:30:21 GMT -5
((I'm so bored and Beatrice has like, no plot, even though she killed Shakespeare. That should gaurentee a plot. Anyone who wants to find me an freak out would be lovely.))
Beatrice slipped into the opera cellars, looking around terrified. It had happened again! She'd killed again! She was sure someone would soon find out what she'd done and find her. She ran along the dark passages blindly, trying not to run into walls or something less pleasant.
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Post by Brandi on Apr 28, 2007 18:32:28 GMT -5
((Are you still coming back to thearpy? I tried to track you down, but Toby won't give up your name.))
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Post by Beatrice on Apr 28, 2007 18:34:47 GMT -5
((Oh, sorry! I totally forgot about that! I'm slow this week. Ha. >_> Yeah, I'll post there in a moment! ))
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Post by Erik on May 2, 2007 2:43:49 GMT -5
((*Every time* I look at your avvie, I "see" the bass as a sword and Beatrice as Joan of Arc. No lie.))
*Erik, at some undisclosed period along the ever-expanding timeline, was doing his daily check for oddities in the cellars. It surprised him, then, how very unsurprised he was at finding a young woman--another young woman--looking dazedly around her as if lost. A ghost's work is never done, he thought, and sighed. He'd have to start doing some serious haunting, if he was to have any peace at all.*
"DARE YOU DISTURB THE SLUMBER OF THE OPERA GHOST?" *he demanded, his voice pitched to arrive at her from all directions.*
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