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Post by alyna on May 31, 2006 16:28:42 GMT -5
((*is having fun feeding you mockable sayings*)) She rolled on the grass until she reached the wall with the shattered pot. "Take note, Ghost: next time you want to blackmail someone, don't pick an athlete." Alyna stood on her toe and did a double spin ((not sure how to put in in ballet terms- in figure skating, double axle jump)) in the air, kicking Erik in the stomach (and knocking him down) in the process. She landed on one foot, perfectly balanced.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 31, 2006 16:31:06 GMT -5
((That's a little bit too Matrix-y...don't you think?))
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Post by alyna on May 31, 2006 16:35:09 GMT -5
((XP No ripple in the ground, was there? Yeah. That sort of thing's known to have been done- maybe not during a fight in a garden, but I can probably name a dozen people- a few I know personally- who can do ballet like that.))
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Post by Madame Giry on May 31, 2006 16:36:35 GMT -5
((Well...I think it is a bit too much, I mean a double jump kick is kinda...weird for this...in my opinion...))
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Post by alyna on May 31, 2006 16:37:35 GMT -5
((Okay. Let's say she just ran up to him and kicked him in the stomach?))
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 7:36:34 GMT -5
((Sounds good, tehe))
Erik fell back a bit, groaned mildly, and then stood tall again. "We can argue all day, but I really have work to do," he said and then turned to open teh gate once more, wanting to get out of this silly, elemtary battle of wits.
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Post by alyna on Jun 1, 2006 8:58:32 GMT -5
"Then we can end this now." Alyna pushed her dagger into Erik's shoulder.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 10:20:41 GMT -5
Erik groaned and dropped. "Alyna!" Roslin gasped. Then, quick as a flash (hope you don't mind, this just makes it a bit easier for them to escape), Rose picked up log from the small stack - for firewood - and knocked Alyna on the head, hoping to know her out. She then rushed to Erik. Pulling the dagger out of his shoulder and wrapping it carefully with a bit from her dress.
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Post by alyna on Jun 1, 2006 12:41:15 GMT -5
((Waaaaaaaaaaaaait! Remember the question I PMed you about this, asking if Alyna could do something at the end of the fight?))
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 13:09:20 GMT -5
((Whoops! What was the...whatever that was gonn happen? Me forgot...hmmm...)) *goes to look at Inbox* *searches through loads of pms* ((I remember, changed post (soon)))
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Post by alyna on Jun 1, 2006 14:28:58 GMT -5
((Thakoo. Okay, let's wrap this up!)) "He'll survive." Alyna pushed Rose out of the way, ignoring the bump on the back of her head threatening unconciousness. "So, Erik. What's your most prized possession? What are you hiding?" She pulled his mask off. Alyna tried to keep her lunch in her stomach. "It matches your mind. I'll keep this, for now." She pocketed the mask and turned to leave.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 15:15:38 GMT -5
Roslin was furious and angry. "No wonder your parents abandoned you Alyna. You think he is ugly inside and out because he tried to make you a better dancer, weather you liked it or not? Well, look at you. You're a beast inside. I'll leave you with the mask, but you need to feel some pain too," she said and then kicked Alyna hard in the stomach. She was sure Alyna was really physically hurt, but the wind was knocked out of her for sure. Rose reached out and grabbed Alyna's necklace. "Want it back?" Roslin asked, but then threw the necklace onto the roof of the apartment. "Get it yourself." She then helped Erik out of the garden and onto the street, leaving Alyna to retreive her necklace...in peace.
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Post by alyna on Jun 1, 2006 18:06:30 GMT -5
Alyna rolled over, mulling over what Roslin had said. The poor girl had been exposed too long to her brother. She rested for a while, then climbed the oak onto the roof, put her necklace back on, and limped back to the opera house.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 2, 2006 6:53:59 GMT -5
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