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Post by Sydney on Dec 22, 2006 20:35:03 GMT -5
Sydney clenched her jaw as she spoke, trying to swallow her rage...but, in the end, it won.
Syd slapped her across her face. Although not hard, it was enough to get her attention, making her silent.
"I swear, I didn't do anything to him, Bella!" she screamed, gripping her shoulders. "Don't make me out to be the bad guy!"
Syd took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Now, I can explain everything if you'd just calm down and act reasonable!"
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Post by Belladonna on Dec 22, 2006 20:38:31 GMT -5
*She glared at Sydney furiously* Fine. Try to explain how Christian has gone from being my fiancee to being someone who doesn't have any idea who I am.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 22, 2006 20:56:48 GMT -5
((Waaait! She knows that he doesn't remember? How the hell...?))
Sydney hung he head then looked away, trying to pick the right words for this...
"Death...he gave him an ultimatum: Die with the memories of you and I or live without them. Christian--" Syd paused as her vision started to blur because of tears... but she swallowed hard and continued. "Christian chose to forget everything and live...with hopes of, someday, meeting you again."
Her expression changed to a more grim one. "Bella, you have to listen to me, Alright? If either of us tells him of his past here, at the opera house, the deal is off and Death goes to claim him."
"If you two were destined to be together, he'll find a way back here," She said tearfully. “But you have to swear to me that you won’t tell him of your pasts if you ever find him.”
Bella only glared at her. “Swear to me!” she screamed as she, once again, gripped her shoulders.
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Post by Belladonna on Dec 22, 2006 21:01:12 GMT -5
*Bella decided to believe her* I won't...I won't breathe a word of it to him. *She looked down at her engagement ring, slipped it off of her finger and onto the random chain around her neck, then looked back up at Sydney* Where is he?
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Post by Sydney on Dec 22, 2006 21:13:50 GMT -5
((Jesus Christ! Your avi scared the SH*T out of me! *Cowers*))
Sydney looked away. "I don't know...But..." She couldn't tell her.
"But I need to go and drink," she said with a sniffle. "Do you...want to come?"
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Post by Belladonna on Dec 22, 2006 21:15:56 GMT -5
((Sniffle is such a funny word. i don't know why, but it is ;D)) *Bella gritted her teeth. As much as she still didn't quite trust or like Sydney, something told her a drink was probably a good idea* Sure.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 22, 2006 21:23:48 GMT -5
"I've got vodka in my room," Syd said. She gently took her arm and guided her in the direction of her room.
((Syd needs to get drunk. Like...DRUNK.))
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Post by Belladonna on Dec 22, 2006 21:25:32 GMT -5
((Heeeee. This is gonna be funny.)) *leaves witth Syd*
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Post by Sydney on Dec 22, 2006 21:28:03 GMT -5
((I'm going to have her go on a drunken tyraid about her sh*tty life. This is going to be awesome!))
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Post by Satan on Feb 14, 2007 15:34:44 GMT -5
((Ah, so this was round one. Poor Francis.))
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Wilbur
- Ingenious Pilot -
Rejected by the World
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Post by Wilbur on Feb 14, 2007 15:37:26 GMT -5
((Ah the good old days when Francis was still a mortal))
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Post by Satan on Feb 14, 2007 15:45:39 GMT -5
((I'm assuming he's a better fighter now...))
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Feb 14, 2007 15:46:56 GMT -5
((*gulps* Ehm.......right......maybe I should learn how to write fighting scenes, for the sake of my characters honor.))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Feb 14, 2007 15:51:40 GMT -5
((*looks from Francis to Raoul* *Places bets*))
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Feb 14, 2007 15:55:55 GMT -5
((You wouldn't bet against your one husband, now would you?))
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