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BanaBatGirl · 04-26-2020, 03:36 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Duncan's horrified face calmed down when he was pulled back. Good reflexes, Mal. He looked up at her trying to will his heart to a slower pace and nodded. SLOWER. It wasn't like the play would start without them, their seats were empty and people would wait. "Okay. Slower." He took the steps down, one at a time. He didn't make any sound. Once down there, he peeked around the corner. "Look," He whispered, his mouth stretching into a big toothy smile. SO MANY people and they were doing so many things he couldn't even count. One small group were exercising? Or was this dancing? Someone had a very interesting headdress, too. Oh were those snakes alive?? Prolly just enchanted to move...

Duncan bravely stepped out and walked towards the crowd of performers. He wanted to look at the headdress closely, okay? Although why were people looking at him all weird now? Did it sound quieter to everyone else or was it just him? Who was shouting behind him? Was that a part of the act?

Mal LOOOOOOOKED, and, alright, it WAS cool to see everyone in this dressing-area that they weren't supposed to be peeking into. "You know your mum has costumes like that," she mentioned suddenly, remembering how, at her age, she had been fascinated by Jessa for the most part. She didn't MIND Duncan's mum, but she also grew ~~jealous~~ irritated with her sometimes for always having her father's affection.

Anyway.

"Let's go to our seats," Mal decided after a few moments of staring, and juuuuust a second too slow as Duncan started to edge closer to them. "DUNCAN." A large, red-faced man was running up behind them, shouting something in Italian (she assumed) and making huge shooing gestures. Was this an opera singer or a manager or what? Mallory ran forward to grab her brother by the back of the shirt and began tugging him up the corridor, back to where they'd come from. "SCUSI, scusi, scusami," she muttered, which was the only Italian word she knew as she hurried him away.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Duncan's horrified face calmed down when he was pulled back. Good reflexes, Mal. He looked up at her trying to will his heart to a slower pace and nodded. SLOWER. It wasn't like the play would start without them, their seats were empty and people would wait. "Okay. Slower." He took the steps down, one at a time. He didn't make any sound. Once down there, he peeked around the corner. "Look," He whispered, his mouth stretching into a big toothy smile. SO MANY people and they were doing so many things he couldn't even count. One small group were exercising? Or was this dancing? Someone had a very interesting headdress, too. Oh were those snakes alive?? Prolly just enchanted to move... Duncan bravely stepped out and walked towards the crowd of performers. He wanted to look at the headdress closely, okay? Although why were people looking at him all weird now? Did it sound quieter to everyone else or was it just him? Who was shouting behind him? Was that a part of the act? Mal LOOOOOOOKED, and, alright, it WAS cool to see everyone in this dressing-area that they weren't supposed to be peeking into. "You know your mum has costumes like that," she mentioned suddenly, remembering how, at her age, she had been fascinated by Jessa for the most part. She didn't MIND Duncan's mum, but she also grew ~~jealous~~ irritated with her sometimes for always having her father's affection. Anyway. "Let's go to our seats," Mal decided after a few moments of staring, and juuuuust a second too slow as Duncan started to edge closer to them. "DUNCAN." A large, red-faced man was running up behind them, shouting something in Italian (she assumed) and making huge shooing gestures. Was this an opera singer or a manager or what? Mallory ran forward to grab her brother by the back of the shirt and began tugging him up the corridor, back to where they'd come from. "SCUSI, scusi, scusami," she muttered, which was the only Italian word she knew as she hurried him away. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind