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Post by Arielle on Jul 29, 2006 16:45:56 GMT -5
*Arielle rolled her eyes as well* That means the same thing, silly. *She eyed the PopTarts* You aren't going to be able to fit into your Red Death costume if you keep eating like that, you know...
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Post by Gerik on Jul 29, 2006 16:54:19 GMT -5
*rounds on Arielle exasperatedly*
Firstly, the Masked Ball is over and I won't need to wear my Red Death costume again for a year. Secondly, I never, ever gain weight. It's magic. Thirdly, if I ever did gain weight, it would just make me more lovable and natural looking; physical flaws are very attractive to 13-year-old phangirls women.
*turns to Madame Giry*
And you, Madame, are not really one to talk. A ballet mistress eating ice cream straight out of the carton? Shameful.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 29, 2006 17:01:34 GMT -5
"I dance for eight hours a day. What do you do? Pound away at your organ?"
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Post by Gerik on Jul 30, 2006 0:03:03 GMT -5
*curtly* I swim laps around my lake, and row my gondola. *flexes to prove it*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 30, 2006 21:55:12 GMT -5
*Arielle rolled her eyes again* I'm going to definately agree with Madame Giry here, Gerik. Besides, don't you sit around playing with dolls when you're supposed to be exercising, or something like that?
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 31, 2006 10:49:38 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry turned conspiratorially to Arielle, and said in a whisper:*
"Have you seen the wedding dress he made?" *Louder:* "That much time spent on needlework, in poor candlelight, cannot be good for you."
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Post by Arielle on Jul 31, 2006 16:27:12 GMT -5
*Arielle giggled* Nope, haven't seen it, it's my sister who is down there rolling around in his duggins because of the wedding dress! I've never seen it but I've certainly heard enough about it...Very manly, Gerik, to do needlework by candlelight. You're pretty much the poster child for masculinity. *She giggled again*
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Post by Gerik on Jul 31, 2006 18:04:48 GMT -5
((Arielle, I &hearts your siggy banner!))
*slams his hands (and the PopTarts) down on the counter*
STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!
*takes a deep breath and turns to face both of them, pointing to Arielle*
You're a whore.
*and to Madame Giry*
You're fat.
*leaps up onto the counter--because that's what he does--and laughs*
MWAHAHAHA! I have beaten you both!
*flees*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 31, 2006 20:56:36 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry shrugs.* "Too bad fat whores have all the fun in life..."
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Post by Arielle on Jul 31, 2006 21:07:33 GMT -5
*Arielle gasped, then rolled her eyes at Gerik's words* Are those the only insults he knows? He really needs to do some work if he wants to be intimidating.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 31, 2006 21:13:18 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry patted Arielle's hand.* "Oh honey, don't encourage him. Even when he tries his hardest, things go awry anyhow." *She shook her head.* "He wasn't always like this. He has moments where he's almost impressive. His predecessor was much more imposing with the "Damn you! Curse you! and WAR UPON YOU BOTH! Fireballs... etcetera."
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Post by Arielle on Jul 31, 2006 22:45:21 GMT -5
*Arielle nodded thoughtfully* Now THAT sounds like a real Opera ghost. Much more intimidating and impressive. Whatever happened to him?
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Post by Vianne Giry on Aug 2, 2006 11:07:55 GMT -5
"Alas, he is no more..." *said Mme. Giry sadly, putting the ice cream away and turning to go.* "Good night, dear girl," *she said gently as she disappeared.*
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Post by kayte on Aug 9, 2006 20:53:49 GMT -5
*Kayte bounced into the now-abandoned kitchen ((I'm making Arielle leave. Blah. I own her soul, she has to do what I say!)) and began searching through the cupboards for a Starbucks cream drink, singing very loudly as she clattered around.*
Time flies by, I never get a minute. Gotta treat myself before I'm lost in it. Woah. Time flies by. Can't let the day finish before I get a sip of this wonderful stuff. Woah! Wheww! Time flies by. Sometimes you gotta frolic. Can't wait to get a sip of this wonderful stuff!
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