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 Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 7:38 pm
|Might I suggest we each do a closing post? We've all posted at least three times, thus completing the favour.
We can only dance for so long before we get tired. ^^;|
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 10:49 pm
((I was planning to do a closing post after X posted, if she wanted to, but I am going to guess she doesn't have time or couldn't think of anything to post. Thus I shall go ahead and start the close/wrap ups.))
Well the song and dancing wasn't going on forever, after all they were all only mortals and each had their limit. Voltaire had his 'daughter' to get back to besides. So the song finally winded down and finally came to an end. The ending was nothing more than the almost reluctant sound of a fiddle stopping it's sounds of merriment before the night air swallowed up it's echos leaving nothing more than the memory of it's exsistance.
After letting the moment sink in Voltaire smiled, "I do believe we make quite the merry little troupe!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 9:20 pm
Overdramatic as usual, as the song dwindles, Caroline slows with it, coming to rest in a hopeful, looking-toward-the-horizon pose. The fire casts its amber glow upon her, making her look like an antique picture. Her bells and coins finish clinking and fall silent.
After letting the moment sink in, she turns to Voltaire, grinning. "I believe we do!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 7:39 pm
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