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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:47 pm
::waves Amadeus aside, giving him the "call me" sign before devoting his attention to Larfleeze::
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:49 pm
*nods and heads back to his napkins to start drawing up more plans*
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:53 pm
*narrows his eyes at Piper*
I found YOU! Stop trying to steal my thunder! Everyone's always trying to steal my thunder... it's a very rare commodity.
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Without my thunder I can hardly remember why I-- WHERE'S MY ARMOR?!
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:54 pm
Someplace safe. Aren't you going to thank me for taking it out of Injustice International before the entire place was shrunk? My only regret is that I wasn't able to save everything else.
::puts his clarinet in his mouth and starts playing the opening to familiar song....about a smalltown girl....livin' in a lonely world....::
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:56 pm
*Twitches*
OhgawdJourney...
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:56 pm
*starts humming along while writing*
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 8:56 pm
*Shifts her steely gaze to Piper.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:00 pm
*sputters*
I saved all of my own stuff, except my armor, which YOU stole! ALONG with my violin! I should thank mysel--
*pauses as the music hits his ears*
Eh?
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:00 pm
::plays a little louder about that midnight train goin' aaaa-nyyyy-wherrrrre::
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:02 pm
*Flips the table, unhinging it from the wall it was connected too.*
scream
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:04 pm
*doesn't notice he is singing along while he writes*
A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:04 pm
::hits the high point of the song and hops up on the stage....a swell of HOPE filling the air as people are suddenly compelled to not stop....belieeeevin'.....::
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:05 pm
*Clicks the safety on her gun.*
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