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 Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:14 pm
((Shall I fetch you a villainous mustache to twirl?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:32 pm
Zelly-fangirl ((Shall I fetch you a villainous mustache to twirl?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:02 pm
((Would you care for some dramatic lighting to laugh maniacally in?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:34 pm
((I prefer the thunder and lightning approach.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 6:49 am
Arisa Curstseyed towards the back of Abigail and to Luckette. "Then I shall take my leave, if you need anything M'lady, then don't hesitate to call on me."
Arisa left the room as silently as she had entered and made her way to the kitchen, no doubt she had pissed off Abigail, but Arisa was getting so tired of being a martyr for someone else and not having anything good come out of it, spare maybe a life. Perhaps if Master found this girl to be much more to his liking, then she could be released and go back to her beloved on the other side of things. How could Abigail not be so selfish? Did she enjoy her time here? Did she like the constant advances that the master forced on them? Just as Abigail was so determined to make sure no more innocent lives were taken needlessly, Arisa was just as determined to get out of this place and try to find her beloved, she wanted to know why he never came for her like he promised, or maybe he was trying to find his way back to here after... whatever happened to him? She didn't know anymore, other than she really, really wanted to get out of this castle.
Once she was in the kitchen she started to work on what was on for tonights line up. She started to wash the lettace for the salade along with the other vegitables and fruits the would be going into one of the three courses for tonight. She prepared the spit for the boar and stocked the fires. The least that Arisa could do for the poor girl before she became apart of the scenery here (and hopefully be a means of release for them both), was make her a dinner to die for...
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:17 am
Zelly-fangirl ((Shall I fetch you a villainous mustache to twirl?)) (Perhaps a goatee. I can't grow one on my own.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:20 am
((I still want pics of your NC costume. I DEMAND IT. And the mustache wasn't for you, it was for Grey. You don't get a 'stache.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:41 am
(Dammit, I want a villainous mustache to go with my UNNATURALLY BOOMING VOICE.
Seriously, it's uncanny.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:43 am
((Fine. You may have your 'stache of villainy, but only if you post as Thomas already. >_> ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:47 am
"Very well." Thomas shed his outer coat and threw it on the bed. Then, he rolled up his sleeves. He hanged his umbrella on the inner side of the doorknob.
"Let's get started, then."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:55 am
((Very good. You may have your 'stache. >:-3D ))
"I'd suggest changing if you don't want your own shirt getting soiled." Lucian said as he tossed a plain white, baggy, and old fashioned shirt to Thomas. "Just note that you'll be washing your clothes no matter which shirt you choose."
((It's so easy to imagine Lucian with a troll face right now.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:03 pm
Thomas grudgingly removed his sweater and collared shirt, and put on the baggy, hideous shirt he was given by Lucian. "Eat a d**k, you stupid actor," he grumbled under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:12 pm
{Be careful, or I'll end up making a trololol Lucian pic just for the lulz it provides.}
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:13 pm
"Curse all you like, it won't help you any. As I said, a better attitude can make all the difference." Lucian said with a calm smile as he led Thomas to a supply closet to fetch some large folded sheets and a chimney sweep's brush. "And I assure you, we're not thespians or performers of any sort."
((Do it. You can't take it back now that you've said it.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:19 pm
"So you're criminals, then." Thomas concluded.
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