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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 26, 2013 2:33:27 GMT -8
(( Let me know if this is kosher GMs, I can't remember the mansion layout))
This room contains two single beds and a bunch of keepsakes, clothing, toys and things Anya saved from their old home. On a small bedside table, a framed photo of a happy family sits (All four of them smiling into the camera as they enjoy a picnic). Both beds are unmade and a few crumpled music sheets are half hidden under one of them.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 26, 2013 2:57:01 GMT -8
Anya was attempting to read under the light of a small flashlight. It was hard to focus on the words, her mind kept going back to the injured man. The bloody wound reminded her too much of what she was always trying to forget. She shone the flashlight towards the photo, the light catching it and making it hard to see. She kicked slightly at the wall, it was too much sometimes. How was she meant to handle all this on her own? Argh, Anya forced her eyes back onto the pages. Good old Tolkien would help distract her. Caleb was snoring fitfully on his bed, drool leaking from his mouth and pooling on his pillow.
((I almost went Stephanie Meyer for Anya but I just couldn't do it.))
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 26, 2013 12:34:16 GMT -8
The light clicks on audibly, and floods the dark street.
In the night, the two hear many noises of various creatures, despite a barrier being present beyond. This sound seems different, however. A soft snicker-snicker of feet like a large dog, if they choose to listen.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 26, 2013 18:05:14 GMT -8
Luckily Caleb slept like the dead. Ugh bad choice of words.
At first Anya had almost thought it was just a funny snort coming from her little brother but then it continued in a patter. A pack of dogs? wolves? Anya knew better though, nothing was that simple anymore. She lurched off her bed racing to doorway with her guitar raised above her head.
A voice call out from further down the hall.“H-hey Molly? I don't think it's a dog... is it IN the house? OH god!” ((GMs- should we have a hallway? How do we do this bit? Just stick to made threads?))
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Post by DKender on May 28, 2013 21:11:18 GMT -8
Ten minutes after Anya left, Molly entered this domain. She closed the door and tip-toed across the bedroom.
Caleb was sleeping like a preteen angel. Darling boy! She resisted the temptation to pat his head and instead sat on Anya's bed. The ax felt heavy and unwieldy in her hands. She realized that her sweaty fingers were clenched around the handle so tightly, they stung.
How did Anya and Wolf manage to confront these unknown dangers? Molly was six degrees of separation away from the ... whatever-it-was, and she felt weak-kneed with fear.
No need to be afraid. It was just a bear. Just a hungry bear!
She stared at the closed bedroom door, waiting. [/i]
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Post by DKender on May 29, 2013 19:11:27 GMT -8
From outside, a gunshot! Well, it wasn't thunder, for sure! The next bullet might miss its target. Molly didn't want to be a casualty of friendly fire![/i] "AIIEEE! CALEB! CALEB, WAKE UP, AND TAKE COVER!" She frantically shook him by the shoulder.[/i] "This isn't a drill!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 29, 2013 20:55:25 GMT -8
“Wa...what's going on? S-stop shaking...” Caleb gave her a sleepy look, then suddenly shot awake. He sprung into action jumping to the floor mock commando style.“Why didn't you wake me up before? I miss out on all the fun.” He gave her an excited look and began scrounging around looking for something.
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Post by DKender on May 29, 2013 21:05:00 GMT -8
"Excitement? You mean mortal danger! What are you doing? Get down! Bullets are flying! Oh, gawd, now isn't the time to be rebellious! You aren't going out there!" She sprinted to the closed door and stood in front of it, arms spread. He wasn't getting past Molly, by golly!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2013 3:16:50 GMT -8
“I laugh in the face of danger! Hahaha!”
Caleb grinned mischievously and continued rooting through his belongings. He began humming 'Ride of the Valkyries' to himself and anyone unfortunate enough to hear, Molly. Just be glad he wasn't quite up to the screechy voice loss stage of development.
He looked up for a second and began scrutinising Molly's face.“ Your face looks kinda funny without make up, I didn't know you were freckly. Where do freckles come from? My mom told me they were kisses from the sun.”
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Post by DKender on May 30, 2013 9:58:55 GMT -8
"Well, me and the sun must be having fun, because I even got these on my ..." Twelve might be a little young for that kind of humor."... arms. Freckles are just places with lots of melanin. It's like natural sunscreen. What are you looking for? Betta not be a slingshot."
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 30, 2013 13:46:44 GMT -8
From above, they heard more rustling, and then an ominous thud. Something was moving out there, and quickly, loudly even. The sound was something like a large, heavy object hitting metal. Like the fence.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2013 18:07:56 GMT -8
“Are you from the old days? AH HA!” Caleb's eyes gleamed as he pulled out what a first glance appeared to be a gun. He rushed to the window and began trying to push it open. Those were action noises and he wanted in.
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Post by DKender on Jun 1, 2013 16:38:51 GMT -8
"Is that a gun? CALEB! You'll shoot your eye out! Or mine!" Good lord. Molly sounded like her mother. When did that happen? She never wanted to be a nagging parent. "You get back here where it's safe, or I'll call Blaze and her fire and brimstone! Come on, now. It's just a bear. Anya will be back any second now."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 1, 2013 16:51:33 GMT -8
There was the sound of shouting and scuffling persists outside for a few minutes, and then there is only muttering.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 1, 2013 17:25:34 GMT -8
Caleb looked grouchy. The window hadn't budged and it just sounded like adults talking now.
Stupid Molly telling him off, who did she think she was?“S'not a real gun....it's a spud gun. My dad gave it to me. Stick yr' hands up.”
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