Well, you can't have her back if you're dead...why not think about this and let people talk to you before you do something drastic?
BIC: Joly walked away from the shop, trying to figure out what just happened.
You'renaked! ...don't even ask how...I don't know...
Is going ghost! :lolface:
And a dang good play. Why, Andrew Lloyd Webber?! Why?! And what is most likely the plot: Spoiler Several years after the original film play, Phoebus Raoul and Esmeralda Christine have married and have a son named Zephyr. They have started a commune. moved to New York. A circus of thieves, led by Sarousch the Phantom enters town to steal Notre Dame's most beloved bell[e]: La Fidèle Christine. He sends Madellaine Mme. Giry, his beautiful assistant, to discover the whereabouts of La Fidèle Christine. And then Christine dies. Spoiler No, I haven't read the actual synopsis. Don't judge me.
Jesus loves you more than you will know. Woah-oh-oh. :<3:
Who. :lolface:
Cerulean :lolface:
OOC: FFFFFFFFFF what just happened?
Question: Where did you come from?! D: I've never seen you before today...it's kinda weirding me out...
Joly stared blankly at the prison that had seemed to appeared from nowhere. A commotion seemed to have begun inside. [And he had never wanted to break the fourth wall more.]
weraoficdsnf. Yes.
Joly laughed. "You're gonna be hard-pressed to find someone I don't like, m'sieur," he said. "I don't feel one way or another about anyone in this town."
As of now, Scott Weinger. Just because.
Joly frowned, thinking. Things had become dull for a while...a change-up might be nice. However...this guy had been pushing around the poor clerk...that wasn't gentlemanly in the least. Finally, he jumped down from the counter. "Well...how about you show me what it is, first? If it looks interesting, fine, I'll do it. If it doesn't, then I won't. And if it's illegal, I won't tell a soul what happened."
Joly narrowed his eyes. "Enemies? Non, non, m'sieur. I don't try to make enemies...however, I will be your enemy should you try to take advantage of the weak." He thought for a moment over what the newcomer had mentioned. "Umm...services?" he asked, slightly intrigued.
Who here knows the amazing glory that is Mystery Science Theater 3000?
Joly frowned, half-puzzled by what the stranger had done, but indignant nonetheless. "Enough of that, m'sieur!" he said angrily, throwing the paper down on the ground. He hated to see people mistreated. He hoisted himself up on the counter and crouched down so he was face to face with this stranger. "Now listen...you put that gun away, do you hear? Vous m'ecouter? Waving around some fancy gun you created from who-know-what does not equal polite. So, shall we cooperate?" He glanced back at the clerk, then whispered, "Run." The clerk obeyed; now it was just Joly and this newcomer.
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