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The Red Death
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1 |
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| A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?
What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that
Race Choices:
Human(derp)
Cherub(Humans with wings,granted minor 'abilities')
Vampire/Werewolf(herp-derp)
Shifter(like a werewolf but can change anytime)
More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
CS:
Name:
Race:(a selection of available,no original races
Age that you appear:
Actual Age:
Appearance1:
Appearance2:
Ability:
Personality/Bio:
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:13 PM | Message # 251 |
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| Ginny
I rolled my eyes. "Of course."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:20 PM | Message # 252 |
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| I Looked back at the vamp.
"Why?" I asked.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:28 PM | Message # 253 |
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| Ginny
"For your information, Mr. Jump-To-Conclusions, I was responding to Mr. Shifter over there!" I said angrily. "He should have a sharp enough nose to smell the blood."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:30 PM | Message # 254 |
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| I raised an eyebrow. Why DIDN'T i smell it?
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:48 PM | Message # 255 |
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| Ginny
"Sealed and packaged, only detectable if open. A body in a trash bag bleeding open canbe scented on the eighth floor," I said, looking at him. "In no way, shape or form was I implying that you were a stereo-typical bloodsucking vampire," I said, leaning against the doorway.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 5:59 PM | Message # 256 |
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| I also headed back inside my room.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:06 PM | Message # 257 |
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| Ginny
I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:11 PM | Message # 258 |
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| I half suspected we would move out soon. Where was the car/van again?
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:21 PM | Message # 259 |
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| Marcus
I entered the hall just as the conversation came to a close. "Aww.."
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:22 PM | Message # 260 |
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| Ginny
I looked around my room in disgust and walked back out and straight into Marcus. I fell to the floor with an "oof,"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:26 PM | Message # 261 |
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| I had a bit of metal still on me from the clan's tinkering room. That would be useful for any construction i had a need for.
Like a crossbow. I would need some sort of elastic...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:37 PM | Message # 262 |
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| "Me." I said, holding them up.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:38 PM | Message # 263 |
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| Marcus
I blinked, bumping into the wall behind me. I looked down. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" I asked sincerely, helping her up.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 6:39 PM | Message # 264 |
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| I tossed them to him.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:09 PM | Message # 265 |
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| (They're not leaving now are they? And okay.)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:13 PM | Message # 266 |
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| (We are kinda leaving...We should give more time to Naru and toxic to finish what they are doing.)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:49 PM | Message # 267 |
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| Ginny
"Uh...yeah," I said. "Sucks being so small...no one can see you when they're going," I mumbled, rubbing my bottom for the second time in two days.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:53 PM | Message # 268 |
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| Marcus
"I'm sorry," I said, offering a hand.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:55 PM | Message # 269 |
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| Ginny
I took his hand, letting him pull me up.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:56 PM | Message # 270 |
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| I get into the car, and wait for Ginny and Marcus.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 7:57 PM | Message # 271 |
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| Marcus
I pulled her up easily. I noticed out the window Steve and Gavril walking towards the van. "I think it's time to go," I said, trying to take her mind from me hurting her.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 8:03 PM | Message # 272 |
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| Ginny
I grabbed my bag and walked out, quiet.
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| Toxic | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 8:05 PM | Message # 273 |
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| Marcus
I frowned. "I'm sorry." I called to her, reaching inside my room and grabbing my trench coat before following her out.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 8:06 PM | Message # 274 |
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| (I believe spetz designated you to use his character, who is driving.)
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 19.March.12, 8:08 PM | Message # 275 |
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| Ginny
"I'm fine!" I insisted, climbing into the van.
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