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asgardeventide2011-12-20 10:34 pm
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[There's a full vase of roses sitting next to Morticia, as though for decorating her room. She's pulling them out, one by one, and methodically clipping the flower from the stem, and then replacing them in the vase, casually rearranging them as she does so.]
It's dim, it's dreary, it's dismal- it's almost truly desolate.
[She snips off another flower.]
But it lacks a certain something. [Snip. A thoughtful look, and then an arched eyebrow.] Perhaps vultures. [Another pause.] No, something bigger. An execution. Just the way to spend an evening, waiting for the blade to fall. Something depressing for the whole family. The children would love it.
[And she sighs, a little dejected, and finishes off the last flower.]
It's dim, it's dreary, it's dismal- it's almost truly desolate.
[She snips off another flower.]
But it lacks a certain something. [Snip. A thoughtful look, and then an arched eyebrow.] Perhaps vultures. [Another pause.] No, something bigger. An execution. Just the way to spend an evening, waiting for the blade to fall. Something depressing for the whole family. The children would love it.
[And she sighs, a little dejected, and finishes off the last flower.]

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