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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:
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:03 PM | Message # 176 |
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| THAT made me slow down and relinquish control.
I sat near the back, looking down.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:09 PM | Message # 177 |
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| Ginny
I was breathing heavily as I sat down. I bandaged up my sliced up arm, grumbling.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:10 PM | Message # 178 |
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| (Naru's comment was awesome. I really didn't expect the window to break...)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:13 PM | Message # 179 |
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| Oh. That's why he made me stop.
If they saw a car flip over and slide through the checkpoint, they would be suspicious.
That, and Ginny's arm.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:22 PM | Message # 180 |
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| (I'm driving again?)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:23 PM | Message # 181 |
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| Ginny
I looked up worriedly. Don't make him drive again...
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:28 PM | Message # 182 |
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| Ok...Calmly...Calmly...
I drove slowly up to the checkpoint.
The (Bored) checkpoint officer looked to me.
"Hello officer!" I said, in an attempt to sound friendly.
"Just checking for infected." he grumbled. "Everyone in the car, hold out their hands out the window."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:32 PM | Message # 183 |
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| The officer looked suspicious.
"Sir, you know that it's mandatory."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:34 PM | Message # 184 |
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| The officer nodded.
"Alright, you 2 in the back, stick out your hands."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:39 PM | Message # 185 |
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| Ginny
I held out my hand, the un-sliced one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:41 PM | Message # 186 |
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| "Good." Said the officer.
(Since Tox is not on, let's say he stuck his hand out too.)
The car passed the point slowly. Carefully...Carefully...
Once i got out of the point i sped up a little bit. Not too much, only 25 MPH.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:53 PM | Message # 187 |
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| That's the airport, a ways away...
Suddenly, i notice something by the side of the road.
A "Speed limit" sign. I check my speed.
27. I could afford a bit more speed...
30. That's the limit.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:54 PM | Message # 188 |
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| Ginny
I Sat back, silent.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 3:56 PM | Message # 189 |
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| We arrive at the airport.
Oh my god. Which way do i go?
B-terminal, A-terminal, Y-space...
"Which terminal?" I ask the young vamp.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:05 PM | Message # 190 |
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| I watch him go, and look back at Ginny, then back to the terminal signs.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:07 PM | Message # 191 |
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| Ginny
I watched him, silent.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:08 PM | Message # 192 |
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| It just occurred to me that i didn't know where we were flying to.
I looked back at Ginny. "Do you know where we are flying to?"
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:23 PM | Message # 193 |
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| Ginny
I shook my head
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:24 PM | Message # 194 |
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| I tapped the wheel a little.
Hopefully we are flying to England.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:29 PM | Message # 195 |
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| I frowned.
"Does there have to say "accepts specials"? It sounds very derogatory."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:30 PM | Message # 196 |
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| Ginny
I sighed.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:35 PM | Message # 197 |
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| I sat back down next to Ginny.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:41 PM | Message # 198 |
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| "I don't think it ever will."
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:41 PM | Message # 199 |
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| Ginny
"You sliced my arm..."
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:44 PM | Message # 200 |
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| I looked down.
What could i say? How?
A simple "Sorry" was all i could manage.
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