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 Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:12 pm
The large theatre in the basement of the mansion was empty as the three of them put the four statues on the stage. Rae went up to the spotlight and turned it on, positioning it onto the stage.
Mocha and Boheme tidied up the statues, who were now dressed in complete burlesque costumes, before they went off on either side of the stage. Boheme approached the lever that was behind the red curtain.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:15 pm
*pulls the lever, causing Rosalind to spring back to life*
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:18 pm
Starts singing: I feel released-- Bad times deceased.
*dances provocatively*
My confidence has increased. Reality is here-- The game has been disbanded; My mind has been expanded.
*stands, posed*
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:27 pm
Springing to life: It's beyond me. Help me, Mommy!
*grinds against the floor of the stage*
I'll be good, you'll see. Take this dream away-- What this? I feel sexy. What's come over me? Woo! Here it comes again!
*stands, posing*
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:33 pm
Comes to life, singing: It was great when it all began. I was a regular Mocha fan, but it was over when he had a plan. Now the only thing that gives me hope is my love of a certain dope. Rose tints my world. Keeps me safe from my trouble and pain.
*poses*
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:35 pm
*comes onto the stage*
Facing the nonexistant audience: Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame. As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry 'cause I wanted to be dressed just the same. Give yourself over to absolute pleasure, swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh. Erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever. Can't you just see it?
*puts his hand on Akue's shoulder*
Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:37 pm
Quietly, turning to Mocha: Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:39 pm
Turning as well: Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:41 pm
*licks Mocha's hand*
Quietly: Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:41 pm
*steps closer, grabbing Orlando's a***
Louder: Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:42 pm
*pulls Rosalind closer*
Louder as well: Don't dream it... be it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:44 pm
Comes to life, unnoticed: Ach! We've got to get out of this trap before this decadence saps our wills. I've got to be strong and try to hang on or else my mind may snap, and my life will be lived for the thrills.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:46 pm
*gasps as he sees Boheme aiming a gun at him from the back of the theatre*
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