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 Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:27 am
Remie wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't want to walk back into town this late. She looked to the entrance, slightly trembling. "This place has always scared me..." she murmured. She opened the door and stopped, sensing something was wrong. Something tells me that I'm getting into some trouble, she thought, walking in. "Are you s-sure you want t-to stand out t-there all n-night?" she asked Owen.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 11:28 pm
Hat-tori Owen1223 As Owen drove down the rode his car broke down in front of a beaten up house. "No, no, no!" Owen said punching his steering wheel. He then looked to the house, "Maybe there is something in the house I can use." On either side of the gate, on pedestals, where statues. One opened itys mouth, a speaker was in it. "Come inside." came Jacob's raspy, windy breath. Detritus backed away from the girl slightly. "Listen, goil. Yous stays away from dat place. I likes ya, I dun't want ye getin hurt, okeys?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 12:45 pm
"I guess it couldn't hurt too much to take a peek, might even find something cool," Owen said as he followed behind her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 2:50 pm
Owen1223 "I guess it couldn't hurt too much to take a peek, might even find something cool," Owen said as he followed behind her. The doors swung shut after Owen was clear of them, with a sharp clang. "Welcome to my home." Jacob said in a soft voice as he walked down the halls towards them. "I apologize for the condition of the place, but I'm no handyman, and everyone s afraid of me these days... Follow me." he turned and began to walk away. Detritus stood before her, blocking the path. "Ah'm sorry, goil, but we 'ave express orders ta not let ye up dere. Too dangreous."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:07 pm
"How do you live in a place like this," Owen said looking around.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 5:29 pm
Owen1223 "How do you live in a place like this," Owen said looking around. "It was not always this bad. Since my parents died... it has crumpled over the years."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 5:45 pm
Remie whimpered slightly and clutched the straps of her backpack even tighter. "D-decades is more l-like it," Remie said, looking around the large area. She watched as the man walk away and she followed after him. "H-how l-long have you l-lived here?" she asked the man.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 6:19 pm
Shinoko Queen Remie whimpered slightly and clutched the straps of her backpack even tighter. "D-decades is more l-like it," Remie said, looking around the large area. She watched as the man walk away and she followed after him. "H-how l-long have you l-lived here?" she asked the man. "Ever since I was born." Jacob replied. "Please, don't be afriad, this place is perfectly safe and harmless... except at night."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:10 pm
"W-whatever you s-say," Remie replied, trying to calm her stuttering. "If you d-don't mind me a-asking, w-what happens at night?" she inquired, lessening the grip on her backpack's straps.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:31 pm
Shinoko Queen "W-whatever you s-say," Remie replied, trying to calm her stuttering. "If you d-don't mind me a-asking, w-what happens at night?" she inquired, lessening the grip on her backpack's straps. "When I sleep, I have nightmares. They become real, in this house and on the grounds. That is why I want you to leave before then." TIME: 7:00 PM 2 HOURS until sleep
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:43 pm
Remie pulled open her backpack and pulled out her pen along with her sketchbook, looking for a place to sit. "Do you have a place I can sit somewhere?" she asked, looking to the man. "I have to get this sketch out of my head before I lose it," she said with a nervous chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:47 pm
Shinoko Queen Remie pulled open her backpack and pulled out her pen along with her sketchbook, looking for a place to sit. "Do you have a place I can sit somewhere?" she asked, looking to the man. "I have to get this sketch out of my head before I lose it," she said with a nervous chuckle. Jacob opened a door, it was to a bedroom, with a chair next to a window. "Sketch away, little one."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:52 pm
"Thanks," Remie replied and walked in, hurrying over to the chair. She sat for a moment and grasped the look of the room, gasping. "This room is lovely, reminds me of home," she said. She started to bring her pen to her paper but stopped, staring at it. She then began to draw, her hair draping over her face. She moved it out of the way and continued to draw with a concentrated stare, shutting out the environment around her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 8:02 pm
Shinoko Queen "Thanks," Remie replied and walked in, hurrying over to the chair. She sat for a moment and grasped the look of the room, gasping. "This room is lovely, reminds me of home," she said. She started to bring her pen to her paper but stopped, staring at it. She then began to draw, her hair draping over her face. She moved it out of the way and continued to draw with a concentrated stare, shutting out the environment around her. Jacob smiled at the girl. The little sister I never had, he fancied, then shook it from his head. Those thoughts were dangerous.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 8:14 pm
Remie stopped for a moment to see what she was drawing. It was a picture of a man near a moving object, but she couldn't make out what it was. It had been in her head since she first stepped into the house. She gasped in horror and looked up to see the man standing in the doorway. "O-oh dear...how l-long have you been s-standing there?" she asked solemnly, trying to put away her sketchbook. It fell from her lap and all of her sketches fell out on the floor.
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