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Jan 15, 2007 00:33

I do not like where and how I've been forced to spend my evening. :(

Upon entering I found what I thought was merely a joke, is real. How on Earth would they make a creature such as myself sleep in such a place as this room here? And movements - of all the precise I have made, I allow myself to touch the real. And their voices; they reign within ( Read more... )

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eternaldoll January 15 2007, 21:10:20 UTC
Oh m'dear Lestat, how I would love to come and hold you in my arms. I am trapped on this damn floor, locked away in this room. It seems what little power I had has been taken away from me. This hotel will drive us both insane.

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blondvagabond January 16 2007, 02:21:22 UTC
Our kind was not meant for the lock and key life, dear Claudia. I believe we've both learned that the hard way.

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eternaldoll January 16 2007, 03:24:36 UTC
The imprisonment is self-inflected, but I know what you are saying.

I see nothing as good or evil. They are too cut and dry. We are certainly not good, but not purely evil. We just are who we are.

You make me worry Lestat...

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blondvagabond January 16 2007, 06:01:53 UTC
My apologies child, I cannot address anything without negativity at the moment it seems.

...Just please do not find interest of this floor. I would hate to see you have to find those voices as I have.

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