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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 18:52:47 GMT -5
((-_-))
"No!" yelled Risk, almost loud enough for anyone to hear. "Hell no! It's just... Ershey? Are you sure? How'd you find out?"
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Post by Wraith on Sept 10, 2011 18:55:55 GMT -5
"She's been looking for her long-lost brother. Name's Alec, does it ring a bell?" She sent an anxious glance over her shoulder; she'd heard the unmistakable sounds of stirring on the couch.
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 18:57:16 GMT -5
Risk gulped. "That's my name."
It'd been years since he'd seen Adrianne that he couldn't even recognize her at all. The last time he saw her was the little 10 year old version of Adrianne.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 18:58:45 GMT -5
Macbeth woke up with a growl. Not even a groan, a growl of purest rage that might have chilled the blood of the devil himself. She tried to roll over to figure out where the hell she was and rolled right off the edge of the couch, landing with a hard smack on the floor--and putting her at just the right level to see Risk across the room, rendezvousing under the stairs with some blonde.
"Well, someone moves on fast!" she snapped.
((And this thread should really be called "Risk's Worst Day Ever."))
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Post by Wraith on Sept 10, 2011 19:01:06 GMT -5
Wraith almost smirked at the outburst from across the room. She turned back to Risk. "I think that's my cue to leave. As for your sister, I'd do the whole happy reunion thing soon if I were you." While you still have a chance.
And she got the hell out of the lodging house with even more speed than usual.
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 19:01:51 GMT -5
((LOL IT SHOULD BE.))
Upon hearing Macbeth's retort, Risk cringed, trying his best to hide under the shadows. The last thing he needed was to deal with Macbeth right now. He was too preoccupied trying to make sense out of how Ershey could possibly be his sister.
"Hey, wait --," he started before realizing Wraith was gone once again. Letting out a frustrated groan, he crawled out of the shadows and towards a very angry Macbeth.
"It's not, uh... what you think," he stammered.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 19:10:58 GMT -5
Beth watched the blonde go by in such an impossible blur of speed that she wondered whether she might have hallucinated her in the first place. It didn't matter. She was going to kill every living thing on this earth.
"What the bloody hell do I care what it was!" she growled, crawling toward Risk like the creature from the black lagoon. She pushed past him and took his place under the stairs. Darkness. Yes. She slumped against the wall and thought about slow and agonizing murder.
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 19:14:22 GMT -5
"H-hey, uh... can you show me Ershey's bunkbed?" asked Risk after a couple moments as he took a seat next to her. He normally would've stayed in the darkness with her but he was to antsy to do anything else. ((Be back in a few hours!! I might be on my phone, actually  ) |
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 19:18:13 GMT -5
((Okeydoke!))
Macbeth turned her head very, very slowly. If she'd had a butcher knife on hand, she would have been raising it to stab him approximately forty times. Oh, she wasn't naive, she knew last night had just been a stupid drunken lark, and it wasn't like she cared that he'd been canoodling with some hussy the very next morning, right there in the room with her, while she was still passed out, but now he wanted her to show him to her best friend's bunk!? She'd misjudged people's characters before, but--"Jesus bloody Christ, are you trying to set a record or something!?"
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 19:53:46 GMT -5
((ProBoards, you fail today.))
"No!" yelled Risk angrily, shaking his head at Macbeth. "I just wanna... talk to her about somethin'! Geez, I'm not that horrible. Calm down." He rolled his eyes at her, sighing.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 19:59:05 GMT -5
((It really does.))
"Stop yelling!" Macbeth...yelled, rising to her feet with a supreme effort. Her head felt like it was shattering. And there were random bruises on her knees and elbows. She didn't even want to know. "What the hell do you want to..." She frowned, covering her face with her hands. "Did Ershey find us last night? I remember she was...and some random guy...?" The more she remembered, the more she wanted to forget. "I'm going to bed," she finally snarled, "and if you follow me, I just might point to Ershey's bunk." And she went staggering up the stairs.
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 20:16:09 GMT -5
"I don't remember..." he muttered, trying to recall last night. "Last thing I know is dancin' with you... wait, really?" beamed Risk, following close behind like a little puppy.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 20:45:17 GMT -5
((Why must my constant desire to cuddle him be so out of sync with my characters' personalities?  )) Dancing. Right. Beth groaned and glanced at him. He did look kind of pitiful. "If you are very, very quiet," she said in a low and dangerous voice that indicated she might turn into Satan again if he was not. She led the way to the girls' bunkroom. |
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Post by Risk on Sept 10, 2011 21:16:34 GMT -5
((Awww, I'll cuddle with you!!))
Risk nodded, feeling anxious as they slowly made their way up the stairs. Once he saw the door to the girls' bunkroom, he gulped. He was nervous and he knew it. What if it wasn't her? Before both of them could enter the bunkroom, however, Ershey walked out of the bunkroom.
"How are you two doin'?" she asked, eyeing both of them.
Risk immediately froze. "I, uh... er, w-we -- she's... uh..."
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 10, 2011 21:20:54 GMT -5
"I think I broke him," Macbeth muttered, staring at him. "Do me a favor, Ersh? Don't talk to me. Tell everyone in the world not to talk to me. And maybe no one will have to die today." She brushed past Ershey and into the bunkroom to collapse and endure many hours of agony.
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