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Post by Gerik on Jul 27, 2006 22:49:28 GMT -5
*enters, relieved to find the kitchen empty, and begins going through cupboards*
What was that?
*turns back toward the door*
...I could have sworn I heard something...
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Post by Arielle on Jul 27, 2006 22:55:59 GMT -5
((Hungry hungry hip-pos! Hungry hungry hip-pos!))
*Arielle walked in, glaring* Just what do you think you are doing, Gerik? Stealing food? That's so rude! *She finished walking into the room* What were you DOING up there in the foyer, huh? Bringing up- *She gasped quickly, then collected herself* -bringing up Raoul! She must think I'm a whore!
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Post by Gerik on Jul 27, 2006 23:06:41 GMT -5
Stealing food? STEALING FOOD?
*advances and jabs the box of Coco Puffs in his hand at her as he speaks*
For your information, I live here. Just how does eating food in my kitchen make me a thief? Huh, huh, HUH? And as for that woman thinking you're a whore...why would she think that? She thinks Raoul is a whore, not you.
((Crap, gotta run for a bit...I'll be back later, I'm sure.))
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Post by Arielle on Jul 27, 2006 23:15:53 GMT -5
*Arielle rolls her eyes as he walks forward, the Coco Puffs definitely killing any sort of intimidation she might have ever felt* But do you live here legally? Yeah, I didn't think so. *She steps forward aggressively* And it's not your kitchen. It definately is the territory of the Angel of Food, whoever he is. *She grabs the box of Coco Puffs and smiles a little, then frowns again.* And it doesn't matter if anyone thinks Raoul is a man whore or not, he can pay them off or brush it off and nobody cares but those of us actually effected by it! If she meets Raoul, it won't matter if she knows everything he's done, because the moment he tosses his name around and focusses those eyes, she's toast! It'll automatically be my fault, just like I thought it was automatically Anneke's... *She grabs a handful of the Coco Puffs out of the box and eats them one by one.*
((I need to go...it's 1 AM here and I'm getting up early tomorrow. But I might be able to check before I go riding. i'll figure it out... Good night!))
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Post by Gerik on Jul 28, 2006 0:56:48 GMT -5
*rolls his eyes and yanks the Coco Puffs back, walking over to the counter to pour them into a bowl, attempting to ignore Arielle until he just can't help but ask...*
Angel of Food? ...are you on crack?
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 28, 2006 1:22:38 GMT -5
((And very sexy crack it is, too.))
*Madame Giry stalked in without a word to either of them, removed a pint of French Vanilla ice cream from the icebox and thumped it onto the table and sat down with a single spoon.* "It might interest you to know that this is *my* kitchen..." *she said in an airy yet steely tone.* "Haven't you heard? I bought the Opera from the managers, according to all the latest badifcs."
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Post by Gerik on Jul 28, 2006 13:41:55 GMT -5
Just when did you do that?
*begins eating the Coco Puffs and talking and the same time*
Everyone knows--*munch munch*--that this is my--*munch munch*--home. It has to stay that way--*munch munch*--because Madame Giry of the Opera--*munch munch*--sounds lame.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 28, 2006 13:45:32 GMT -5
"You seem to be blocking out some portion of your memory wherein you would be aware of the fact that I brought you here to begin with," *continued Mme. Giry, unperturbed, as she dug her spoon into her ice cream.*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 28, 2006 14:22:04 GMT -5
*Arielle stalked over to where Gerik stood, grabbed the box of Coco Puffs again, and helped herself* I'm not on crack!...what's crack? *She paused, then shook her head* And I have no idea who the Angel of Food is, go take it up with Bonnie-Marie. Actually, don't, because I'm fairly sure she could take you down. *She rolled her eyes at Gerik, then turned to Madame Giry.* Really? I didn't know that you owned the opera house! That's so cool!
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 28, 2006 14:25:14 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry dipped her head in cool agreement.* "I must take what pleasure in it that I can. Lord knows there's been precious little to enjoy in life in past years..." *she said, the latter half pronounced lowly, so only she could hear.*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 28, 2006 14:47:21 GMT -5
*Arielle thought for a moment* Since Gerik seems to think that he belongs to the opera, and you own the opera, does that mean that you own Gerik?
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 28, 2006 14:53:54 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry raised a brow.* "I'm certain he will be the first to assert that he owns himself...and nothing else, I may need to remind him, in regards to a certain young chorus girl we all knew..."
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Post by Arielle on Jul 29, 2006 1:41:55 GMT -5
*Arielle looked curiously at Gerik* You thought you owned a chorus girl?
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Post by Gerik on Jul 29, 2006 16:39:14 GMT -5
*rolls his eyes and groans*
I did not think I owned her. I merely thought...she belonged to me.
*goes back to the cupboard and starts in on cinnamon and brown sugar PopTarts*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 29, 2006 16:44:01 GMT -5
"Same difference," *said Mme. Giry blithely, digging her spoon into her ice cream.* "You'd best lay off the breakfast cereals, too. Unless you want to be the Paunch of the Opera."
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