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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 19:25:30 GMT -5
*jerks outta lala land from all the creaming and sits up to fast making her feel slightly nauseos and very dizzy but still gets up and runs after him as fast as she can*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 19:33:51 GMT -5
*easily outdistances the still slightly sick Viv*
Must... *pant* stop... *pant* him... *pant* before... *pant* he... *pant* kills... *pant* again... *pant*!!!
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 19:36:19 GMT -5
*shakes head to clear it but only gets dizzier and falls to the floor watching him turn the corner and outa sight.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 20:51:29 GMT -5
*skids into a class with a mad look* Where are you, fiend!? Grape thieving bastard! Ladies of the streets, do not go out tonight, Jack the Ripper is on the loose! *runs back out*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 1, 2004 22:44:46 GMT -5
*sits still till the dizziness passes then stands up slowly and starts walking after the yelling*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 1, 2004 22:56:08 GMT -5
*slides to a stop in front of a closed door* He's in there, I know it... oh God... I need... I need... absinthe. Laudenum... opium. Lots of opium... *falls over*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 20:56:31 GMT -5
*still clutching stomach a she rounds the corner and sees him on the floor*
I'm not going to be able to keep doing this Zack.
*slowly takes wand out and levitates him, thinking maybe she should just lock him in a cupboard until he comes to his senses*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 21:07:29 GMT -5
(I don't think it's possible... but I felt guilty, I hadn't let Inspector Abberline out to play)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 21:16:05 GMT -5
(nope you haven't and im about five seconds form shoving him into a cold storage cupboard)
*decides that indeed unti lshe can speak to Roux again she was going to leave him in the nearest cupboard*
Well, Zack, have fun oh and if Roux ever surfaces again just yell I'll know.
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 21:35:23 GMT -5
*moantwitch*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 5, 2004 21:36:49 GMT -5
*slowly makes her way back to her rom and lies down on her bed and drifts into an uneasy sleep*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 5, 2004 22:01:17 GMT -5
*jerks awake and notices he's in a pitch dark, close quartered room that's very, very cold* Oh... fuck... Oh God, oh God, oh God... Nononononononononono... Sands! Sands! Fuck, it's happened! I'm blind! Sands, stop it! I can't see!
What? It's not me, fuckmook. If you haven't noticed, you're cramped in. You're stuck in something.
Nooooooooo, I can't be! I can't be locked in a brig, Jack, what've you done!?
Nothin', mate! I been mindin' me bus'ness.
Oh Christ... this better not be another flashback Ichabod Crane!
I... I don't know... The Iron Maiden...
LET ME OUT! SOMEONE LET ME OUT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'M CLAUSTROPHOBIC! *starts beating whatever inch of cupboard he can reach, hyperventalating, sweating, and generally losing his mind*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 12:17:16 GMT -5
*wakes up to the sound of banging coming from down the hall. She slowly stands up and puts some slippers on and walks down the hallway till she discovers the sound coming from the cupboard. She quickly undoes the lock and steps back as he tumbles out of it.*
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 6, 2004 15:38:30 GMT -5
*His eyes are squeezed shut and hes still thrashing like mad, not realizing he's out of his box or even in slightly more pain. It's the darkness and he's suffocating. Even Sands is subdued by the outburst.*
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Post by Vivian Astley on Apr 6, 2004 15:49:49 GMT -5
*can't muster enough strength to yell so she shakes him rather roughly instead*
*voice cracking* Zack, baby, open your eyes.
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