DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 27, 2015 19:50:38 GMT -8
"Say whut now? Cupcake? Oh, no thank you, I'm only hungry for blood." Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy."Sorry. Let me ask that again, but without the Greyburn-isms, the nightmares with teeth. If you still have your car, does that mean you still live in your old home?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 27, 2015 20:32:07 GMT -8
Darren- "Oh, uh, naw. I was always a problem with rent and I missed a payment too many."
Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy.
"Ah, this looks right." They came to a corner with real sidewalk on it, and three ways to go. Right under the overpass toward a nebulous neighborhood of unglamorous office and apartment buildings, parking lots, small warehouses, and small factories. To the left, toward the taller high-rises of downtown, and if they walked far enough, the Harlan Arms and upscale shopping. Straight ahead, it was back the way they came, the slow way to Observatory Hill on foot...
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 27, 2015 22:16:33 GMT -8
All good shimmies must come to an end. Babette considered her options. Under the overpass: there were few things to do in warehouses and factories, unless the warehouses were filled with juggling equipment or something fun like that. Unfortunately, she didn't think there was a cool warehouse nearby. To the left: downtown was always fun, but without a ride, the trip would take way too long. Babette could probably flag down a car, but what if the driver recognized her from Lychgate??? Too risky! Back home: If she and Darren returned home, they could spend all night sharing ghost stories and writing emotional poetry. Who could resist? Not Babette."Let's go home. Aubrey won't bother us tonight. He's hiding in the walls. That's not a sludge lyric. I seriously think he's inside the abbey walls."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 27, 2015 22:31:16 GMT -8
Darren- "Oh, why not? Didn't wanna see Jason again tonight anyhow." They slowly returned to the abbey...
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