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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 17, 2013 23:28:13 GMT -8
Here is the enclave mansion balcony. It looks out over the front of the building.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 17, 2013 23:29:57 GMT -8
Anya was outside on the balcony messing around with her new guitar. Playing riffs from her old band and half known covers of old songs. She hadn't wanted to bother anyone else with the noise but who knows who...or what she was annoying with that racket.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 18, 2013 13:02:54 GMT -8
Somewhere outside, Anya hears quiet, half-audible banter in a sing-song voice which seems oddly familiar. The sky is darkening and sets a purple tinge to the scenery. The goats out in the farm put their ears up and seem to be listening.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 18, 2013 20:26:19 GMT -8
Anya started playing softer, straining her ears to hear the conversation. She really hoped it was one of the neighbours going for a pleasant stroll, that would be nice. Real nice.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 18, 2013 21:38:51 GMT -8
The noises become singing, the otherwise deep voice raising in pitch to become almost womanly.
Hear the wind, sing a sad old song it knows I'm leaving you today please don't cry or my heart will break when I go on my way"
There was something so mournful in it, and yet, a tinge of strange delight as well. It had an unnerving quality.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 19, 2013 5:28:29 GMT -8
Anya heard another sound from behind her, someone moving in the room. Nary a few seconds later, Wolf stuck his head out the door. He spoke in a hushed but urgent tone.[/i] " Anya, get back inside, there's something out there."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 19, 2013 15:39:46 GMT -8
Anya moved hesitantly to the door, she glanced down on her way squinting in the dimming light. “What's going on? I heard someone singing..”
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 19, 2013 16:13:48 GMT -8
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die.
The voice was high and quavering, almost childish and quiet, before there was, somewhere below, a gentle rapping on the door, sharp and almost painful in the gloom.
A quiet click of impractical, hardsoled shoes as the person waited for them to open the door.
Oh willow I dieeeeeee.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 19, 2013 19:06:02 GMT -8
"Something that's been watching us for a while now. It drew the smiley faces on the window, like at the dentist."They heard the knocking downstairs and Wolf practically jumped out of his skin.[/i] "Gotta go!"He took off in a cloud of dust motes and swirling air currents.[/i]
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