Erissa
SOLDIER Third Class
Pretty boys are FTW.
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Post by Erissa on Sept 10, 2007 15:46:21 GMT
Okay this was going badly. Obviously Drama and Steph had no intention of entering the mansion, but Josephine was pretty confident she wasn’t going to learn anything about the painting just by standing outside looking at the mansion.
“Hmm I don’t think you guys can stop Sylla just by asking her not to enter the mansion if she’s really a paranormal photographer. Anyway she’s bound to have many paranormal experiences already. Maybe we could just stand outside by the gate and if they don’t come out after some time we could call for help or something?”
Maybe she could come up with an excuse to join them later. There were people willing to explore the mansion and she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Waiting will mean she will have to explore it on her own at another time.
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Post by Azul Eyes on Sept 10, 2007 20:56:05 GMT
"I suppose," Steph responded softly. She examined Josephine's face. This girl probably wanted to go inside, she realized. It wasn't smart, but she supposed that she would feel the same way in Josie's shoes.
"We might as well meet her," Steph said finally. "We'll come back first thing tomorrow, agreed?"
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Clan Dragoon
SOLDIER Third Class
"Well, since Aerith died, she unofficially got bumped up to 'main heroine' status"
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Post by Clan Dragoon on Oct 5, 2007 1:21:13 GMT
She had been watching them from the window for a while, bored in the afternoon chill as every other day went in the decayed prison. They at least provided some form of entertainment. And with the aid of a chair she had finally gained leverage enough to look out down past the iron gates at the girls huddled down the road. She remembered one. The girl with short brown hair. She'd come over once, but ran away. All the little girl had wanted was to play. It was not often she got visitors but the few that did come didn't return. All His fault. She pouted at the thought, dim eyes still marveling at the people past the iron cage. Perhaps they would come to visit? Perhaps she would get another chance at a play date? The thought excited her and she began to pick and pull at her frilly party dress. This would never do for her visitors. Sparing one last glance down the road she gave a frantic wave before turning and bounding off the stool and out into the hall. This was going to be so much fun! That was until she was stopped in mid-skip by another thought of Him. He would ruin her play date for sure. Just like he did the first time. But perhaps he wouldn't get back from his trip for another while. After all, it had been a few good years. Maybe He was gone for good. She highly doubted that...
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