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Ah… Is that so? Yes, I’ve had much more visitors as of late than I usually do.
Et, ma chere, votre nom?
Je m’appelle Dahlia Hawthorne, monsieur. Enchantée~
Dahlia laughs softly and gives the masked man the sweetest of smiles.
J’espère que vous allez bien.
Man… comin’ back from the dead’s tirin’.
I haven’t got the get-up-n’-go I used to have… and m’ icebox is runnin’ low. Maybe I’ll mosey on over to the market in a bit…
Teehee~
Hi there, dear Mr. Marshall.
(( Dahlia reblogging my Erik quote just gave me MAJOR DEJA-VU.
On another note, that quote just about fits you.))
((Ahaha!~
Oh, Phantom. I love you so. <3))
(( Well, I think you’re swell and possibly my ~*KINDRED SPIRIT*~ ))
((-SHINY SPARKLY EYES-
Kindred spirit is a great pun!~ <3
Let us sing and kill people at the same time together!))
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As she reached up for the kitchen table, Rhoda was stabbed. Her plan was ruined.
She lets out a shriek. A loud one.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!
In what seemed like half of a nanosecond, pain ran through all of her body. The worse kind of pain anyone could ever, ever experience. Her whole life flashed through her eyes; her childhood, her family, everything. Though in a tiny amount, she still had some strength to at least talk.
S-s-s-so t-this i-is h-h-how i-it turns o-out. A simple j-joke into me a-a-actually dying. Y-you are one brave y-young w-woman, M-m-miss Hawthorne. M-most p-people your age can’t e-even h-handle w-watching h-horror m-movies.
Larry walked home from the hospital, contemplating his last encounter with Calisto Yew. Why did she kiss him like that? And why couldn’t he say anything? It wasn’t like him at all.
But his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a scream coming from the apartment building he was walking past, and he froze.
H-hey!!!
He didn’t think—he just ran. Larry knew he’d probably get into trouble for breaking and entering, but if someone was hurt…!
Dahlia only laughed as her victim writhed in horrifying pain; she licked her lips and prepared for the kill, pulling the knife from Rhoda’s chest in a bloody arc.
I’m really quite different from most young women of my age, indeed. Goodnight!
She was about to rip Rhoda’s heart out when that bumbling man in orange burst into the room.
