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Brennan heard voices from outside his tent. He rustled in his sleeping bag, turning on his flashlight. He sat up warily, unzipping the sleeping bag and crawling onto the plasticized floor of the small tent. He was fully dressed and decided to step out into "fresh air" and get a good whiff of the rotting scent dawdling through the catacombs. He pulled aside a flap and prodded around with his flashlight, finding Dia and Jacqueline in conversation.
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Brennan took Jacqueline's hisses to John to mean the same was meant for him and returned to his place within the tent. He sighed heavily, finding the entire adventure useless. He hadn't seen a ghost, being too independent to be seen in the midst of the group, as they all seemed to attract spirits when together... none of his questions had been answered. His food supply was diminishing. Atop of that, the relationship haggles between the other members of the party was becoming next to unbearable.
In a desperate attempt to be revitalized, he pulled a razor blade from his kit and went after his wrist with it... |
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Ooc: I hate this, as well. It is getting boring and annoying.
And =O to Brennan. Bad boy! Dia motioned as if to allow her into the tent. She clambered in, and sat on the ground of it. "I just had the worst dream." She whispered out, before pushing her head back out of the tent and yelling at John. "Stop biitching at Jaqueline, and go back to sleep boyuh!" ![]() John Bonham 29 years gone, but never forgotten. R.I.P. 5-31-48 - 9-25-80 We salute you.
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