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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:29:37 GMT -5
Behind of and slightly to the side of him, her arm went around his waist, cheek resting on his arm. "Horror films."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 22:30:47 GMT -5
::Pietro shifted his arm, so that she could better use it for support.:: "Horror films?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:39:09 GMT -5
"Black and white," she said, elaborating. "Or the old Dawn of the Dead. Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Things like that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 22:51:24 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded, remembering the latter, and he was fairly certain he had seen the first.:: "Or Dracula?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:55:17 GMT -5
"Yes, like that," she replied. "Though Bela Lugosi always stuck me as a little over done."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 23:03:17 GMT -5
::Pietro had enjoyed the film when he had watched it; Dracula had accents like he and Wanda had. They had also been easily entertained by films at that age, never having access to them in the Sinti village.:: "Do we have them at the mansion?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 23:15:44 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I don't know, I haven't looked." A mutant with a slightly familiar heartbeat entered the room and she straightened in shock, only to back off a second later when she realized she was hearing things. "Of all the things..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 23:17:56 GMT -5
::Pietro whipped his head around when Rossignol grew uncomfortable. The mutant who had entered was unfamiliar; however, he still moved closer, protecting her.:: "What is it?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 23:21:38 GMT -5
"Nothing..." she said, a little ruefully. "I just need to not try identifying people by hearbeat for once. It sounded like...nevermind." There was no point to it, she just hated it when it happened.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 23:24:48 GMT -5
::From that explanation and the way her voice trailed off, Pietro could identify who she meant it was. It was not him, and if it was, he owed him several words with his fists.:: "It is not him."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 23:33:17 GMT -5
"No, it's not...just too many people. Confuses me." She was relaxed once again, no longer worried. "He is long gone. It just sounded familiar."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 23:34:04 GMT -5
::Pietro's arm remained around her, and he tightened somewhat in a half embrace.:: "I understand."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 23:36:33 GMT -5
She looked up at him, giving a rueful smile. "I'm sorry. That just makes things worse for you, I know."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 23:45:10 GMT -5
::Pietro was used to being guarded, even when he was out for pleasant reasons.:: "Better here than at the mansion."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 23:51:45 GMT -5
"I suppose." The rap song had finally ended, and another slow song had started up, but Ty at the moment wasn't inclined to dance. "Did you want to stay, or does a movie at the mansion sound better?"
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