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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 4, 2008 18:00:35 GMT -5
Veritas' expression was a strange one, totally alien, though that was no surprise at all. Shocked, maybe?
"By God's eyes..." She swore, and snatched the iron locket from her neck and thrust it forward.
The chain whipped out as if to attack Charles, fell short and dangled down around her grip, the locket's face exposed, some design thereon. It was pretty. And nothing happened.
She held it there a moment longer, expression flattening. Perhaps she was going to be a little sick. "...The punch. It was very cold, I only drank a swallow."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jun 4, 2008 20:22:00 GMT -5
"I swear..." Karen said as she sulked over to Nayra. "I swear I had NOTHING to do with this..."
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Jun 5, 2008 12:22:07 GMT -5
(Should we wait on Enigma, or just go on with it?...I've made you guys wait long enough.)
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Post by Enigma on Jun 5, 2008 12:38:05 GMT -5
* Dinning Room, where all the commotion was, but at a table in the near far left, opposite the clock *
Feet were crossed upon eachother, up and on the white table cloth, where large almost black combat boots layed, dripping the dirt that had manifested within the cracks of the tread. Body was outstretched with upper part of his shoulders in the back of the chair, leaning back on it, and eyes were shut, with white hair covering the upper-most half of his face.
A large sound then emenated from within his thraot, a breathing sound that was dragged along the saliva within the gullet. A huge snore then left his lips.. the half-demon was sleeping through it all, but it was unknown how he came to this spot. As all the windows shut, he stirred, making a soft mumble in his daze, but then his eyes snapped open, as if he had remembered where he was after all.
Arms came up and grabbed the top of the chair, and lower body swung back, and he vaulted himself back and over the chair, landing with a soft 'thump' from the material on the floor. eyes then scanned the room, to find Charles standing there, all the windows shut, and everyone seeming to have a change of heart of being present. "So.. uh.. how is everything..?" he asked, tilting his head, looking to the nearest person, which was Nayra.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 5, 2008 14:13:08 GMT -5
(I'm waiting on posting until I find out what the drink does. I'm not ignoring you or GB. I just don't know what'll happen, or if she'll even be able to answer.)
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Post by Beanybag on Jun 6, 2008 12:02:26 GMT -5
(Introducing my character =x. I apologize for coming in so late. Gonna do a hasty job of catching up D: )
When he received the invitation to the ball, he had simply thrown it away the first time. But when news of the building's strange happenings got round to the Captain, he became intrigued. He was no stranger to ball room dancing, or even a masquerade ball. It has still been some time since he'd danced however, and maybe this would be a good chance to see how much he had forgotten. He began to prepare for the ball when he received yet another invitation. If only he had done the same with the second invitation as with the last...
Throughout the party, rather than enjoy himself like so many party guests, he had kept to himself, not drawing attention. He had shown up in his parade best and a red mask. He engaged in small talk where necessary in a dismissive manner. If he were continually engaged in conversation by the same guest, he would pointedly brush them off with an insult and be done with them. He had a much harder time dealing with the punch servers however, and eventually appeased the servers by taking a glass. He had half the mind to leave at that point, but he didn't. If only he had listened to the other half of mind...
The clock struck midnight and all the exits sealed. He didn't embarrass himself by beating on a window trying to force it open it like so many others had. He had eyes of his own to realize that it would do no good. If only he had left earlier...
If only he hadn't made the decisions that led him to where he currently was now, he wouldn't be trapped in this mansion. And worse yet, he wouldn't be trapped in this mansion with a hundred or so half-witted buffoons.
Michel found his way over to the staircase where many of the guests were congregating, seeking answers to these strange happenings.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 6, 2008 12:28:14 GMT -5
(*snooty ahem* If you read Veritas' last action, it'll give you an idea, as it was intended to, about what the punch does exactly.)
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Post by This One on Jun 6, 2008 16:19:22 GMT -5
Tate stepped back from the seemingly unmovable window and looked around. What had happened to Veritas? He quickly found her standing next to Bates, her arm outstretched with something in her hand. She seemed to be alright, but Bates was different. The man looked unnatural.
Bates...What the heck are you planning on doing to us? Tate then turned to look for any others he might have known, finding a familiar figure by the door. "Krystal," he mumbled, quickly working his way through the thick crowd to the servant girl at the door. "Krystal," he called again, "what's going on here?"
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