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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 22, 2006 17:17:10 GMT -5
"I can understand that," Claire admitted. "I'm trying to find my sisters. I keep getting clues leading me from place to place, but I still can't find them. The last clue I found brought me here."
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Grey Snicket
Reptile Researcher
"The World is Quiet Here"
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Post by Grey Snicket on Jan 22, 2006 17:19:38 GMT -5
Duncan Quagmire walked up to the check-in booth. After signing his name he looked around. Wow...There's a lot of people here... Then he spotted somebody familiar. "Malise!" he shouted, rushing to Malise, who was standing with her leech.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 22, 2006 17:21:47 GMT -5
"It seems like we have a lot in common. I am trying to find my brothers. The last time I saw them, they said to meet me here."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 22, 2006 17:30:33 GMT -5
Claire smiled, "Wow, really? That is a weird coincidence."
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 22, 2006 17:32:06 GMT -5
"Maybe we can look together."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 22, 2006 17:46:54 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good idea," Claire smiled.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 22, 2006 17:47:34 GMT -5
So did Rebecca Ann. It was nice to have a companion in the long hours she searched.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 22, 2006 18:28:13 GMT -5
Claire wondered if there was a connection between the search for her sisters and the search for Rebecca Ann's brothers. She had found a lot of evidence showing that similar families went through the same unfortunate events.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 22, 2006 18:47:23 GMT -5
Rebecca Ann proceeded to walk to her room. Her suitcase was heavy. It contained her only reminders of her brothers: a lawn-bowling trophy for Willard and a ribbon given to Demetrius when he won a community talent show for singing.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 22, 2006 19:55:41 GMT -5
"Duncan?" She aksed.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 22, 2006 20:09:59 GMT -5
Claire only had a poetry book of her sister Emily's in her posession. She turned the book over in her hands as she settled herself on the bed in her room.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Jan 22, 2006 21:21:28 GMT -5
Hanna and Esme took a seat in the hotel's restarant. they sat at a window table. Esme looked at her self in her compact mirror.
"Honestly mother. You've been looking at yourself every five minutes. The burn is well concealed with layers of make up. I swear that hotel burning down around you has made you different." Hanna complained sipping her ice tea.
"I'm not different darling. Please don't get mad at me." Esme said powdering the side of her face.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 23, 2006 16:15:41 GMT -5
Rebecca Ann pulled out a purse and put the trophy and ribbon in it. There was no way she was letting them out of her sight. Not until they were no longer chasing them. She shuddered at the thought and walked out her door.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 23, 2006 17:44:10 GMT -5
Claire looked over the poetry one last time before returning the book back into her pocket. She went into the hallway, waiting for Rebecca Ann.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 23, 2006 17:46:30 GMT -5
Rebecca Ann met Claire in the hallway and said, "How about we get something to eat, and maybe we can exchange stories?"
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