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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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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:47 PM | Message # 201 |
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| Ginny
I looked away.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:49 PM | Message # 202 |
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| I constantly make myself angry.
Sometime during the night i'll come up with a solution.
Hopefully.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:52 PM | Message # 203 |
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| "Id for what?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:55 PM | Message # 204 |
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| "Mm..."
I looked around in my bag.
Id...Id...The elders gave me an ID, right?
"Yeah, i got one." I said, pulling it out.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 4:56 PM | Message # 205 |
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| Ginny
"Where're we going?"
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 5:08 PM | Message # 206 |
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| I conducted business at the desk, and got us 3 rooms.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 5:08 PM | Message # 207 |
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| *4
(Forgot that Tox existed for a sec.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 5:20 PM | Message # 208 |
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| Ginny
I followed them quietly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:05 PM | Message # 209 |
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| I entered my room, and collapsed like a house of cards onto the bed.
I was tired, afraid, mentally stressed and going insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:08 PM | Message # 210 |
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| Paige
I walked into my room, looking around curiously.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:11 PM | Message # 211 |
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| (I am also tired, because my dad thought it would be a lovely idea to go biking.
In the woods.
With the bugs.
And the suspicious stumps. That make my bike fall.
Every minute.)
I didn't care about the TV. I just went to sleep.
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:15 PM | Message # 212 |
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| (Umm...where would I be?)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:16 PM | Message # 213 |
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| (You have a room, you might want to go up there.)
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:17 PM | Message # 214 |
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| (Room in where? On a train? In a hotel?)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:22 PM | Message # 215 |
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| (In a hotel.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:26 PM | Message # 216 |
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| Ginny
I sat down, looking around in awe.
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:29 PM | Message # 217 |
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| Marcus
I let the lights remain off. I observed the room, walking around quietly. I walked to the bed, and forced the bed and its frame against the wall. I did not sleep in coffins. I slept on the ground, and the bed in the center of the room got in my way.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:31 PM | Message # 218 |
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| Ginny
This place was so odd..
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:32 PM | Message # 219 |
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| After a while, i managed to get myself out of bed.
I turned on the TV.
"Virus spread: Specials accountable?" was the news line, and there were 3 people debating.
"I don't care if they caused this mess," screamed one man, with slightly blue fingernails, "They are unnatural and i want them gone!"
I switched it off.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:33 PM | Message # 220 |
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| Ginny
This place was so odd...I heard noise from the shifter's room and knocked on his door.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:35 PM | Message # 221 |
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| A second after the television turned off, i heard a knock on my door.
I opened it, to reveal the elf.
"Hi Ginny." I said.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:37 PM | Message # 222 |
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| Ginny
"What was that noise?" I asked, looking up at him
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:39 PM | Message # 223 |
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| "Oh, that was the television." I said.
Did she know what a TV is?
She's over 100, she has to know...
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| Toxic | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:40 PM | Message # 224 |
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| Marcus
I continued molding the room to my liking as I waited for the sun to fall before opening my curtains to let open the moon's glorious light.
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 18.March.12, 6:43 PM | Message # 225 |
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| Ginny
"Don't look at me like that, I was born and raised in a forest and barely leave," I mumbled, looking away.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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