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Post by Insanitytea on Jan 18, 2011 21:54:26 GMT
The wind whistled through the bare branches of the trees in my yard. Strange atmosphere for what I am about to do. The cold dark sky seemed to jeer at me as I strode along the leaf strewn sidewalk, the trees standing knarled and indifferent. The cold wind licked at my face as I set off down the street towards my destiny.
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Post by RaisinHell on May 30, 2012 20:32:00 GMT
A female shrouded in darkness leaned against the opening of a shed several yards over. A blue-black cloak hung loosely in layers on her shoulder and draped down her back, covered in fine fur. Her eyes drank in the night, watching for activity before setting into the night, when she spotted someone traveling down the sidewalk. She tilted her head in confusion, but her mischievous spirit took over and she slunk over to the wrought-iron fence. She leaned lazily between the wickly-sharp points before speaking up, her voice loud even against the wind whistling. "And where are you going?" she said, amusement in her tone.
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Post by Insanitytea on Jun 11, 2012 15:38:51 GMT
Startled, I jumped up and turned around. "You! What was that for?!" I asked "I'm heading up to Old Mrs. Bartley's house," I said, calming down. I raised the flashlight to point up under my chin, it gave my face a skeletal look. "I'm going to find her ghost," I finished, narrowing my eyes and grinning maliciously.
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Post by RaisinHell on Jun 30, 2012 20:14:36 GMT
She smirked, swinging her chocolate-brown hair over to one shoulder. "After jumping in the air like a scared squirrel," she said, waggling a finger up and down, "I just don't buy into your mischievous grin." She carefully rearranged her hair, taking all the time in the world to make her way around the fence, and came to a stop by his side. "But no worries, I have enough mischief running through my veins tonight for both of us." Eris stated, tugging at her cloak and hidden hood higher. "Thats because I'm coming with you. You mention something about a ghost?"
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Post by Insanitytea on Sept 10, 2012 13:40:40 GMT
"Rumor has it that Mrs. Bartley is still in her house..."I paused for effect, "she died three years ago. After her husband died she snapped she just wandered her house aimlessly, searching for Paul. when she died she didn't know she died and so she still walks around her house looking for her husband. Or at least that's what my parents told me"
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Post by RaisinHell on Nov 6, 2012 14:24:51 GMT
"Ah." was all she murmured after the silence that followed his words. She picked up where she had left off her grin and chuckled softly. "So your parents influenced you into making the decision to check if this is true." She lowered her bright blue eyes to the ground, beautiful dark lashes blinking as she studied her own boots. "My parents are an odd couple, more odd then you could possibly imagine. But I like to think I am different then them, exspecially my dad." She suddenly thrust out a hand. "My name is Eris, so what's your's?" she drawled out, taking the other hand and with a smooth but rapid gesture, pulled the thing held in her hood the whole night; a black vinyl wolf helm over her head, the visor from where her eyes could seen from lit up neon blue with a push of a nonvisble button.  |
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