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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:08 pm
post anything here that happens in the marketplace (i.e. the contest, pirelli's miracle elixir, blah blah blah)
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 12:07 pm
Who says my elixer smells like piss? evil
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 7:18 pm
*points at ur brother and kimmie*/*points at mr todd and mrs lovett* THEY DO SIR!!! I TRIED TO STOP THEM!!! *whimpers* please dont beat me...
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 11:13 pm
Elizabeth (Eliza) wanders into the market. Her large vlue eyes scan across the backs of the people infront of her. She's only a small girl, so can barely see over the heads. But she hears Pirelli, and that poor boy he keeps like an animal. But at least he has a job, with food, and a roof over his head.
Her stomach rumbles. With that drunken gone, there's no money, and she's finding it hard to keep their own roof ontop of their heads. She must find a job.
Her stomach growled again. She rumaged in the folds of her skirt to find a shilling and sixpence.....that would do. She would n** over to Mrs Lovett's and get a pir for her and Mary-Anne
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 12:02 pm
*looks at the skinny little girl who just walked into view of the market and wonders where she came from*
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 2:25 pm
will your elixer grow me husband's hair? Oh, he's been bald as a bean for, say, eh, 10 years or so...can you help 'im?
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 1:20 pm
*glances wearily at pirelli* of course it will ma'am! would you like some? only costs a penny!
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:19 am
"hmmm" *looks into money purse with a strained expression* "oh all right, why not!" *hands him a penny and takes the bottle* "many thanks young man!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:14 pm
*Takes a bottle of Elixir* What is this? Smells like *Smells* -Phew! Wouldn't touch it if I was you dear.
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