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12-20-2008, 08:45 PM
Marvoit turned around and saw for the first time, a sheet of perfectly clear, almost glasslike, ice. Despite it being smooth and shiny, unfogged, there was a mist behind it. It was distinctly a meter back from the mirrorey window.
"Zo this iz it" Muttered Marvoit. “I mean a weapon you hold. You have a gun, Tanith has a sword... I want a stick.” ~ Valkyrie Cain
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12-20-2008, 08:50 PM
Ooc: WOAH. I have so neglected poor Dia.
Dia slid down the ladder after them, calling them to slow down. She ran up to the three of them, finally. "What is going on?" She panted out.  John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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12-20-2008, 09:08 PM
"We don't need to. This could easily be a trap." John said.
ooc: Which is where my second charrie will come in. Character Form: Name: Jill King Gender: Female Age [18-24 please]: 21 Personality [flaws and all!]: Greedy, bossy, rude, impatient Appearance: Brown short hair, brown eyed Reason for wanting to find the haunted tunnels: Wants to find a great discovery that will give her fame and fourtune Bio/Other: Went to high school with Dia, and hates her. "Haha! They are probably trying to break the mirror!" Jill laughed as she walked around the tunnels. Her flashlight shined around. She turned around. She would do anything to stop them, for they could come between her and her fame and fortune. |
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12-20-2008, 09:18 PM
Dia heard the voice echo, and stopped in her tracks. She whirled around, twisting her lip ring nervously. "Who said that?"
John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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12-20-2008, 09:31 PM
Dia stopped, and abruptly fell to the ground on her butt. She put her black hood over her head, and crossed her arms. "I don't like this."
John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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12-21-2008, 04:57 PM
"What is so motherfuucking important about that dam'n mirror?" Dia spit out, crossing her arms along with her legs. She lowered her head, making her entire body looking like a black and blue blob of fabric.
John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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