Verne's gaze turned hard. "I was most displeased with him, I should tell you. It is no wonder that he attempted to run tonight." (( tonight? i thought it was just morning? EARLY morning, even? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Yes, yes," Jonathan said, politely stiffing a yawn. "I'm sure you are quite frightening, when backed up by your henchmen. That still doesn't explain why you felt you needed to disturb my brother and me." (( stiffing a yawn? *chuckle* Interesting image, that...)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Englebrandt stepped from the shadows, all seven feet of him. He was, exactly as Justin described. Well muscled, Monocle over the right eye, bald, and with a scar that ran from the outer tip of his right eye, down his cheek and across his throat. (( He was exactly as Justin described is a sentence, but it can also continue on. This whole bit needs some work, luv. It's awkward as it stands. Have a looksee.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yes, Jonathan," Justin said slyly. "But it wasn't loaded. I made sure of that myself when I packed the pistols. Only yours and mine was loaded with darts. (( Only yours and mine WERE loaded... *chuckle* )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin pointed toward the front door. "That man is not Jules Verne. His accent was terrible." He smiled. "It doesn't matter, though." (( Well THAT's a huge relief. I couldn't STAND for Jules Verne to really be the bad guy!! It was KILLING ME!! *LOL* )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh BOY, you're not FINISHED yet!! *whoooop*!!!!
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Date: 2008-11-25 07:02 pm (UTC)(( tonight? i thought it was just morning? EARLY morning, even? ))
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"Yes, yes," Jonathan said, politely stiffing a yawn. "I'm sure you are quite frightening, when backed up by your henchmen. That still doesn't explain why you felt you needed to disturb my brother and me." (( stiffing a yawn? *chuckle* Interesting image, that...))
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Englebrandt stepped from the shadows, all seven feet of him. He was, exactly as Justin described. Well muscled, Monocle over the right eye, bald, and with a scar that ran from the outer tip of his right eye, down his cheek and across his throat.
(( He was exactly as Justin described is a sentence, but it can also continue on. This whole bit needs some work, luv. It's awkward as it stands. Have a looksee.))
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"Yes, Jonathan," Justin said slyly. "But it wasn't loaded. I made sure of that myself when I packed the pistols. Only yours and mine was loaded with darts. (( Only yours and mine WERE loaded... *chuckle* ))
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Justin pointed toward the front door. "That man is not Jules Verne. His accent was terrible." He smiled. "It doesn't matter, though."
(( Well THAT's a huge relief. I couldn't STAND for Jules Verne to really be the bad guy!! It was KILLING ME!! *LOL* ))
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Oh BOY, you're not FINISHED yet!! *whoooop*!!!!