[NPC] Rina
Hey there!
I've got a special gift for you!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: An Angel, floats towards you in peace , offering a black rose...
Suddenly, the angel whips out her pen, stabbing you in the heart. You feel the pen sucking the blood from your pulsing veins will the angel pulls out the pen and starts to draw....your last few breaths.
Enjoy~
From, The Angel Among the Bloody Masqueraders
PS. please forgive this angel for not writing a more personalized message &3
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Why don't you head over to your inventory and see what you got!
I've got a special gift for you!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: An Angel, floats towards you in peace , offering a black rose...
Suddenly, the angel whips out her pen, stabbing you in the heart. You feel the pen sucking the blood from your pulsing veins will the angel pulls out the pen and starts to draw....your last few breaths.
Enjoy~
From, The Angel Among the Bloody Masqueraders
PS. please forgive this angel for not writing a more personalized message &3
((If you cant see the image, please POST in the Anon Sticky Thread))
Why don't you head over to your inventory and see what you got!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: One might call her late, for all hallows eve has come and gone, but who says a spook is limited to one night only? She finds her appearance far more effective on the lonely nights after the revelry and the dancing when all the poltergeists and slender men and headless phantoms have slipped back into silence and shadows. No one expects the shadows in their mirrors to move in November.
She smiles her toothless smile, the silhouetted girl with no name and no face, only her mason jar of bleeding, beating hearts, the methodical throbbing erasing time and space as a black palm presses against the glass..and then through it.
It's cold. It's forgotten. Give it here. I'll keep it warm. Give it to me...
When you waken, your mirror is empty and all is eerily still, a small package with a blood stained note sitting beside your head.
I'll keep it safe.....
- Jar of Hearts
The deep summer night sky was clear and lit by a background of stars, twinkling and shining down upon the earth. All around you the grand gardens of the palace shone with strung fairy lights twinkling to match the stars. The entire kingdom was out shining the heavens, for today their prince was bonded to his true love.
You sit on one of the many stone benches and sigh. Even the prince has found a love, why can't you find someone to share your love with. You stare down at the masquerade mask clutched in your hands, tears clouding your eyes when a gloved finger slides across your skin catching one of the falling liquid gems. You look up and your breath catches, for you had no idea someone was there. The female in the dark green dress and white flower in her hair doesn't speak but smiles and sit next to you her velvet mask was a dark purple and of a simple design. The silence is comforting rather than uneasy. After an undetermined amount of time you speak. &I don't know what is wrong I just, I just feel so lonely I have no reason to but I do.&
The girl smiled and stood holding her hand out to you. After you take it she leads you closer to the castle, where the music from the ball room can be heard. &Dance with me.& and you do for the rest of the night she is in your arms, and you two laugh and speak of everything. The smile never leaves your face. As the ball come to an end the mysteries girl slips from you disappearing into the crowd.
It has been weeks since the ball and you can't find the one you spent the night on the terrace on though you have been searching. Every night you can't sleep thinking of her in your arms. Finally at dawn of the 3rd week you drift off and dream once again of the masked girl. When you wake your room smells of flowers and the window is open. On the bedside table there is a note attached to a white flower hair piece.
Sleep easy my dear, I am not gone. I shall never be your love but I will be here when the loneliness gets to be too much, so please live for yourself and leave me. it is signed ~Velvet mask
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Dearest frozen, you've melted my heart.
I'm full of flames, and that's just a start.
You're beautiful, as you dance alone.
May I join you, after this poem?
I'd hate for you to be lonely at all.
If you would like, simply just call.
Halloween may be over, it's true...
But dearest frozen, I burn for you.
~Silly Sender
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Take my hand
And I do hope you&ll understand
That life out here is a battle field
and it hard for one who&s not skilled
So come with me and I&ll make us Swanson
as we race through the streets like Sherlock and Watson
~Whimsical Fantasy
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I'd never ever kill you
Delightful frozen fire!
I'd keep you safely in here
And give you your desire!
Sing for me, will you?
Adorable Frozen Flame!
Deep in my golden lair
I'd care for you, that's my fame!
Oft have you tried to escape here
What's the point? You're lame!
Not lame as in stupid, dear,
But crippled, yes it's true.
You'd bitten at your chains, I fear
And turned gangrenous, oh phew!
The vet was called and I'd done all
That nature could have asked
But the damage is done, no more ball
Or dancing at the mask!
-Crazy Bird Lady
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You are waiting for a friend when a cloaked figure appears under the nearest streetlight. You see that the person is tall & slender as they walk closer. They remove their hood & you see it is someone you know. His face is vacant, as if someone had turned off the lights in his soul. He is right in front of you when you start to ask if he is alright. Then you feel a sharp pain in your chest. His hand has transformed into a crystal sword, & was driven through your chest. Blood trickles down the front of your shirt & you stare at him in shock. His eyes reveal pain & fear, as if he did not want to do this. The cold, blood covered crystallized blade is removed, causing more pain as you crumple to the ground. The bracelet on his wrist then glows & he turns to leave. You watch him leave as the world grows dark.
~Arron the Lythcol Mechanic