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[Apr. 25th, 2008|12:21 am] |
Who: Erik the Phantom and Joanne Walker
Where: At Erik's office
When: Midday
Why: Sometimes...Erik shows concern.
Rating: It's us. There's bound to be some R in this somewhere.
If there was one thing that Erik could do besides music, it was herbalism. Trained by gypsies, he was just as potent with his hands at concocting remedies and draughts as he was creating beautiful song with his voice. If the draught didn't put her to sleep, he could probably sing her to sleep. He hadn't done that in a while, but he knew he hadn't lost the knack for it. And so he entered his office, a small vial of a liquid made with distilled plants that was sure to knock her unconscious. Right? |
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[Apr. 25th, 2008|07:44 pm] |
Who: Belle and Merlin
Where: Seattle.
What: Lord only knows
Ratings: could be anything, really.
Belle sat in her apartment, feeling miserable. She was lonely and bored, and wanted someone to talk to. The girls needed her to be strong, but at the moment she was feeling very weak.
Her cell phone was close by, sos he flipped idly through the numbers. She deleted the entry for her old home in Missouri, and Gilbert's cell phone number. Merlin's card had been tucked into the phone the night ebfore and she shrugged, dialing the number. At least he would listen to her rant. |
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