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 Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 1:49 pm
::Strolls in through the secret entrance holding his head::
Never, ever again...not even if there are half a dozen Pied Pipers around...
::Looks down at his hand, holding an empty bottle of UV Vodka::
Foul spirit from the depths of Hell!
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 2:28 pm
::tosses the bottle into the trash and staggers up the stairs to the main floor of the Sinister Citadel, still rubbing his temples::
Man, what the Hell was Alex Luthor doing up here anyway?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:44 pm
*Sits on her bed, lightly humming. Clips and files her nails.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:15 pm
::strolls in through the secret entrance, scribbling furiously with a quill on a piece of parchment. Pauses, scratches something out, and scribbles some more::
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:21 pm
Vhere is it....Ah!
::pulls a sheet off of a piano in the corner of the main room::
::plinks a couple of the keys fervently, and then goes back to scribbling on the parchment::
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:00 pm
Rragh!
::flings all of the papers off of the piano::
It is no good! The inspiration, vhere is it?!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:02 pm
*Finishes with her nails and reaches for the nail polish when she hears the keys being touched and grins.*
*Hops off of her bed, the nail polish forgotten for now, and wonders out of the room. Heading towards the Piano.*
Hey, Piper. What'.....s... *Pauses when she sees Mozart at the piano.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:04 pm
::mutters under his breath as he picks up the papers::
The nobles of Austria can all lick my a**...
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:07 pm
*Bites her lower lip so she doesn't let out the giggles that want to burst free from Mozart's statement.*
*Clears her throat loudly to get his attention.* Hey Dude! Where did you comes from?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:10 pm
::spins around on the piano bench::
From outside, to inside, to this wretched piece of shyst, so out of tune mein shoe would be a better instrument to play upon, Fraulein!
::picks up a quill and starts crossing out scores of notes again::
Und unless your provocative state of dress is supposed to serve as inspiration like the n***s to Michaelangelo, I suggest you cover your modesty!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:17 pm
*She puts a hand over her mouth and tries to becomes serious. Lightly clearing her throat as she controls herself.*
You are obviously Piper. There is no arguing that what with you point at my chest. And I MUST have you now that I am purposely covering my cleavage today! It even has a high collar!
*Puts her hand on her hips and cocks her hips to the side.* What type of inspiration are you looking for? If you want that kind I may know of a certain corner you'll get your jollies!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:20 pm
::Mozart squints one eye and staaaaaaaares at Chastity with the other::
I vas referring to! Your! Ankles! Snippy trollup! Vhat kind of sensible voman valks around vith her ankles un-clad by dozens of petticoats! It! Is! Immoral!
...and shall serve as the inspiration for my next minuet! As soon as I find a piano zat is! In! TUNE!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:28 pm
*Looks down at her feet and wiggles her toes.* Ooohh, no I was doing my nails. *Folds her arms as she realizes something.* Are you implying something bucko? I'm in a relationship and I haven't done anything for such....... *Pauses.*
Wait. What are you working on? In..insperation? *Arches a brow totally confused.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:31 pm
Vhat else would I be working on?
::reaches down and starts flinging parchment around::
Another vorthless idyll of the soul, a sonnet of the ears, the powers of God and the Devil dancing in the ears of angels, that is all! I have a contente in mein mind, Fraulein, and I must scoop it out and deposit it on these papers here!
::picks up one piece and tears it in half, grabbing another one and folding the two together::
I'd like to see that little hack Beethoven vork in these conditions.
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