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Post by columbia on Feb 3, 2007 23:53:23 GMT -5
Vaughan growls again, as the glass on the table shatters as with the vases along the hallways, Gypsy cursing lowly "i hate it when he gets mad" she sighs grabbing a broom
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 3, 2007 23:55:16 GMT -5
Mary walks until she finds Dante and the others and stands nearby, head cast down, her body still trembling from anger.
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Post by columbia on Feb 4, 2007 0:00:35 GMT -5
Dante laughs at mary "man youve got guts, Gypsy grumbling as he walks passed sweeping up glass
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 4, 2007 0:01:52 GMT -5
Mary shrugs half heartedly at Dante's comment, still trembling, yet being less visible now.
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Post by columbia on Feb 4, 2007 0:06:35 GMT -5
Miguel shake his head heairng a door open. immeditatly taking Mary downstairs and shutting her in the cages below "your safer here" he mutters giving her a look
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 4, 2007 0:08:44 GMT -5
Mary returns the look with a fiery one of her own, before flopping back down on her bunk. "Fuck.", she mutters, kicking the wall to her side.
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Post by columbia on Feb 4, 2007 0:12:02 GMT -5
Miguel walks back upstairs ands sits down with a sigh "she wont be any use if she keeps doing that" "what annoying him? hell bloody well kill her, itll be a waste of time"
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 4, 2007 0:15:58 GMT -5
Mary stares at the ceiling of her cell, her temper cooled and her voice soft as she sings a lullaby her mother had sung to her as a child, her voice sweet yet haunting all at once.
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Post by columbia on Feb 4, 2007 6:06:04 GMT -5
Vaughan dissapears from site for the remainder of the day, the hotel remaining dead for most of the time, Sierra later letting Mary out of her cage an hour after Miguel had put her there, leaving her to her own business.
Gypsy sighs preparing dishes for the evening feast, everything from eastern to highland meals fit for royalty. She smiles as Columbia arrives to help, allowing her to occasionaly gaze out the window half in wonder of where vaughan had dissapeared to figuring it wasnt him to always go missing without a word which may have given her some clue.
Harmony runs about busily hanging things in the main foyer, leter moving to the ballroom set behind two large gothic style iron doors, much like hte front gates and foyer doors. usualy kept locked she opens and closes the door between coming in and out, directing lucus and dante about moving boxes while Miguel potters around in his usual mode of studying books
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 4, 2007 15:07:16 GMT -5
Mary watches all this with curious eyes, and unable to stand not knowing any longer, walks shyly up to Gypsy. "Can I help? What's going on?"
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Post by columbia on Feb 4, 2007 18:21:24 GMT -5
Gypsy smiles passing her a salad bowl "well you could put that in the fridge for me and start adding the thin white onion over htere with the watermelon" she smiles "thankyou, every winter solstice we hold a large masquerade ball, a feast in the main ballroom for a large group of vampries, mortals and a few other selected breeds and groups"
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 4, 2007 20:27:50 GMT -5
Mary smiles, glad to be of some help, going and putting the salad in the refrigerator. Making way over to the watermelon, she begins adding the onion to it. "Will I be there?"
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Post by columbia on Feb 5, 2007 0:59:28 GMT -5
"Im really not sure" Gypsy replies "i dont think vaughan is in the mood to let oyu come up after this morning judging by his reactions lately"
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Post by neuroticdreamz on Feb 5, 2007 1:01:20 GMT -5
Mary nods, finishing with the onions and watermelon and stepping back. "Anything else I can do?"
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Post by columbia on Feb 5, 2007 1:03:41 GMT -5
Gypsy shakes her head for a moment, stopping as she glances over her shoulder, vaughan having walked through the main lobby, leaving a trail of blood behind him as he strides up the stairs with a bloodthickened blade, his katana held low ot hte ground "uh....nothing right now, excuse me for a moment" she mumbles worriedly hurrying after him "Vaughan?"
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