Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jul 14, 2012 1:20:06 GMT -5
((Okay, since it's Bastille day, i thought it might be fun to do a Bastille day thread. I'm not sure really where we'd want to take this thing, but I suppose for the mean time just insert whoever you want, however you want. Since tis is crack, let's just assume that they arranged some sort of a party and are all attending.))
Blondie straightened her hat as she looked in the mirror. She was all dressed in red white and blue from head to foot. Perhaps she wasn't French by birth, but that didn't mean that she wasn't proud to be a citizen of such a lovely country... even if she weren't there any longer.
She tripped downstairs to the ballroom. There was a small party being held by some of the other francophone residents, and it was certain to be a splendid event. She wondered who would be in attendance as she pushed open the large double doors which led into the ballroom.
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