Post by Dr. Victor Whale on Jun 23, 2015 17:28:20 GMT
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[attr="class","kName"]DOCTOR VICTOR WHALE
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[attr="class","kLyrics"]Every time I try to save a life
someone else dies.
someone else dies.
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[attr="class","kTagtext"]BETTER GRAPHIC COMING OSON
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Whale had to admit that the Charmings had done a rather good job of organizing this event. The hall was beautifully decorated and it was filled with people who looked to be enjoying themselves. Whale had decided to come to . . . well, for the same reason everyone else had. He wasn't overly anti social though he supposed it depended on his mood. Tonight, he had dressed appropriately for the occasion and decided to take a night off work. Which, wasn't difficult consideering most all the residents of Storybrooke were here. He looked around, taking in the sight of those mingling and dancing. Ah, dancing. He may need a couple more drinks before he partook in that event. The area was not short of beautiful women, that was for certain.
He made his way to where there was champagne and picked one up, immediately taking a sip as his eyes returned to surveying the crowd. This world was so different from where he came from and while this wasn't the first time he had been here, he was now able to appreciate it and really take it in. It was far more filled with color and life though he supposed he had chosen surrounding himself with grave darkness in his home. The thought of it caused him to take another, longer sip, hoping to distract his thoughts from going to his brother.
Whale had to admit that the Charmings had done a rather good job of organizing this event. The hall was beautifully decorated and it was filled with people who looked to be enjoying themselves. Whale had decided to come to . . . well, for the same reason everyone else had. He wasn't overly anti social though he supposed it depended on his mood. Tonight, he had dressed appropriately for the occasion and decided to take a night off work. Which, wasn't difficult consideering most all the residents of Storybrooke were here. He looked around, taking in the sight of those mingling and dancing. Ah, dancing. He may need a couple more drinks before he partook in that event. The area was not short of beautiful women, that was for certain.
He made his way to where there was champagne and picked one up, immediately taking a sip as his eyes returned to surveying the crowd. This world was so different from where he came from and while this wasn't the first time he had been here, he was now able to appreciate it and really take it in. It was far more filled with color and life though he supposed he had chosen surrounding himself with grave darkness in his home. The thought of it caused him to take another, longer sip, hoping to distract his thoughts from going to his brother.
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