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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:06 pm
Lucifer Morningstar I require new hair. Suggestions? Something black and flowing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:21 pm
Blonde and spiky, Devil-man! domokun
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:36 pm
*scrambles in, panting* Spidey sense...tingling...lungs....burning...phrases....choppy... *takes a few deep breathes* Did I miss her?
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:49 pm
*is in a corner, half-heartedly preparing for a ball*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:51 pm
*looks under a few tables and behind the bar, then sighs* Crap...I missed her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:53 pm
My noble sir, for whom seek thou with such exuberance?
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:56 pm
*a smitten grin runs over his face* A one of a kind girl that has everything: looks, brains, exploding pies...
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:04 pm
Thou jest, to speak of such a strange lady!
Me thinkst thou have the sun's cruel malady.
Though, should indeed thou speakest in the right,
She shall verily attend the ball tonight.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:05 pm
Tinya Wazzo Thou jest, to speak of such a strange lady! Me thinkst thou have the sun's cruel malady. Though, should indeed thou speakest in the right, She shall verily attend the ball tonight.
Oh, but fairest of fair, a ball thou say?
Speak more of this extravagance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:06 pm
*blinks* I hope this doesn't sound rude, because I don't mean it that way, but you talk funny, Miss.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:12 pm
*picks some glass out of his skin.*
Heh, Riley, just play along.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:12 pm
Rex Mason Tinya Wazzo Thou jest, to speak of such a strange lady! Me thinkst thou have the sun's cruel malady. Though, should indeed thou speakest in the right, She shall verily attend the ball tonight.
Oh, but fairest of fair, a ball thou say?
Speak more of this extravagance. My father, Lord Capulet, is convinced To have a ball in honour of our Prince. I worry, though, of his true interest. I think he plans to wed me to Paris!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:14 pm
Benjamin Reilly *blinks* I hope this doesn't sound rude, because I don't mean it that way, but you talk funny, Miss. I speak as I was raised to do, I beg forgiveness should this offend you.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:16 pm
Rex Mason *picks some glass out of his skin.*
Heh, Riley, just play along. *leans in and whispers* Ooooh...gotcha. wink *clears throat* My mirthy maid, damsel of delight may attend the ball tonight? Alack, I haven't the slightest chance; we all know that spiders can't dance! crying
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