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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:01 pm
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Why she entered the Haunted House in her actual body today was a mystery.
Lately, every time she visited the place she left her body somewhere hidden, and if she came across a Hunter, well...it worked in her favour. It meant she could mess with them without having to worry about them getting back to her sooner rather than later, and that made her feel safe. Today though, she didn't stash her patchwork self away...so today, hopefully, she wouldn't need to resort to using her particular...talents.
So she wandered the place, always amazed that she had yet to come across the same room twice. Today it seemed the place was keen to show her clutter, the same clutter that had probably built up over hundreds of likely thousand years. Toys she had never seen before, books so old they were practically dust...and yet in that one corner was a brand new bike, and over on that pile of garbage bags teetered a futuristic looking questionable sort device she didn't even want to touch out of curiousity.
Weird.
There was so much clutter and so much to look at she didn't even think to keep her guard up, and the more she wandered this seemingly endless room of requirement the less she worried about coming across anyone; even if she did, there was plenty to hide behind and even more to use as weaponry.
"Whoops!" Amrita yelped as she backed up and into a pile of old candelabras, causing then to slide noisily to the ground and clatter around her. "...Ahem." She cleared her throat then, sidestepping the mess and whistling as if nothing happened.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:17 pm
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Amrita froze at the sound of a voice, her innocent whistle cutting off abruptly. It was a male voice, and a familiar one at that...but not the nice kind. It was one that poked at old wounds and grated on her nerves without even fully recognizing who it was. A voice that left a sour taste in her mouth already, after a whole of four words.
It was enough to make her pick up an item from a nearby pile - a frying pan, apparently, and to put her back towards a pile of junk, making it one less angle she had to look out for.
"I'm fine, no need to worry, carry on." She murmured dismissively, trying to lower her voice a couple octaves in the hopes he'd do as she asked. Hopefully he didn't have the same familiar feeling with her voice, and even more hopefully he wouldn't act any further on it.
His name was on the tip of her tongue, but it was one she didn't want to truly recognize.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:22 pm
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:52 pm
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... ... ... s**t.
He called her name and he kept talking, so there was no way she could escape recognizing him now. She knew that voice very well, from this place and from the island. The Hunter known as Deryk Bond: the only Hunter she found herself liking, and the one she quite honestly believed betrayed her. The dread welled up inside her, that sour taste in her mouth turned acidic, and now whistling was the furthest thing from her mind. She wanted to run and cry, but at the same time she wanted to rend him to tiny, unrecognisable pieces.
His voice was getting closer and her grip on the frying pan became tighter and tighter, her knuckles changing colour with every ounce of pressure. Each step, each word seemed to limit her chances of running as she hoped, which really left only one option:
When he rounded the pile of junk on her left her eyes narrowed, lips peeled back in a threatening sneer...and then she threw the frying pan at his head with all her might.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:59 pm
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 10
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:17 pm
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:22 pm
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 10
Total: 20 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:44 pm
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:54 pm
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:05 pm
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:37 pm
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"Caelius, who else?!" Amrita shouted back, the items no longer flying as Deryk started talking; she needed the time to wipe her face and compose herself any way. She pressed her hands against her face, pawing her eye to clear it of the almost congealed substance that were apparently her tears. Part of her was listening to him as she fought to control herself, to bite back the sobs and stifle any attempt her body made to cry. She had done enough of that on her own, and she certainly didn't need this Hunter to see or hear her breaking down.
"Yeah, he let us out...after he tagged us!" The venom in her voice was back, and only seemed to get worse the longer she spoke. "Now I have to watch what I say, and who I look at, and what I do...and maybe one day I'll be forced to turn on my friends! All because of this JACKING TAG!" She cried out before she sniffled, which was a vaguely odd noise coming from someone with half a nose at best. Deryk had a way of making her feel bad for him, even despite all her rage; maybe this was all his fault, but maybe he was forced to betray her, too? Regardless, she was sure it was him that did it, even with all his honest-sounding words of confusion to the contrary.
"I don't believe you! If you hate it that much why don't you just leave them? Why did you even join them in the first place?" She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.
At least she wasn't throwing things any more.
For now.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 7:43 pm
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