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Post by Solange Fournier on Jun 12, 2006 7:59:14 GMT -5
Armand could think of nothing better to do than to wander the corridors. He was bored - very little had happened in the Opera House of late, he was beginning to seek an adventure.
He turned a corner, slowly moving quite a fair way away from the noise of the rest of the opera.
It was a part of the Populaire that he had never been before. Sighing, he decided to turn back.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 12, 2006 8:15:27 GMT -5
Behind him (or where he turned to), Roslin was dressed up in her 'ghost' attire and opening a door that led to another hall. At first she had trouble, but when she saw Armand, she turned away from the door and began quickly down the passage and turned into another one.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jun 13, 2006 7:15:17 GMT -5
I don't want to go back there, Armand decided with a sigh, sitting down in the middle of the corridor. He hummed to himself.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 13, 2006 18:22:42 GMT -5
Rose slipping into a secret passage that ran between some of the rooms and the hall Armand was in. It was tight. She made her way through, but then two things happened she didn't account for.
One, the passage had a small mouse family inhabiting it.
Two, the wood in the walls was decaying.
She first encountered the mice, which merely scared her out of shock and she let out a small 'oh!'. But this hindered her and she fell against the wall in an attempt not to squish the rodents. The wall shook as saw dust fell onto her and the person in the hall.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jun 14, 2006 8:21:40 GMT -5
Armand jumped, dust going everywhere. "Who's there?" he called out.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 14, 2006 14:02:59 GMT -5
Roslin tried not to talk, but she coughed from the dust and then continued forward to the dead end. A door on her right led into the hall Armand himself was in. She hoped he was looking the other way and she turned the doorknob and carefully stepped out.
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