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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:03 pm
*The smokey creature moved around her, he had yet to reach the level of conversing with others, right now, he could barely be seen, and was forced to stay quiet. He slowly started to remember a girl that looked similar to this one, but was it the same girl? How long had he been like this?*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:13 pm
*Water welled up in her eyes. She had not cried when she could not find him. she had not cried when she got lost. She had not cried when he did not come for her, and she never cried becouse she was alone.* Why did you leave Bebadora? Was she a bad girl? What had Bebadora done? *Small tears fell down her cheek.* WHY DID YOU NOT COME FOR BEBADORA?
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:20 pm
*The figure dissapeared as she shouted. Only to reapear in different paintings on the walls. Each one containig a child of some sort*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:28 pm
*Her breath was heavy and her mind a darkness.* Now you leave Bebadora again? Why? *She searched the room for the smoke-like figure. She could not see him. He had vanished, nothing left. She squinted her eyes. Was there something in that painting?* Funny-Ears? *Her voice had taken a coat of desperation.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:32 pm
*The figures in the pictures started moving, the eyes of the motives started watching her. Paying attention to her every move. Behind the bar, beer started flowing in string-like shapes in the air, moving towards the center of the room*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:36 pm
*Bebadora made herself smaller and backed towards the wall, the shadows. She had seen many things, but still..... She gave a glance towards tha paintings again. Was this Funny-Ears`doing?*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:38 pm
*The liquid behind her shaped two figures, one larger then the other. They twirled around each other, and the pictures got a stare turning towards it.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:41 pm
*Bebadora followed the paintings stare to the strange figures dancing in the air. Was he trying to tell her something? Slowly she cam eout of the shadows. Was that supposed to be Funny-Ears and Bebadora?
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:44 pm
*The figures stopped moving as her gaze was only looking towards it. Suddenly, one blew up and the other moved away, slowly dissapearing. The blown up figure had become a slowly moving line, now lying on the floor*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:50 pm
* Ali entered through the main doors and in an instant, something struck him like a point blank shot to the face. Ali who were sensitive to different pressences, felt right away that something were here. Something abnormal and slightly farmiliar.* Ghosts?
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:51 pm
*Bebadora could not remember how she hit the floor, but her feet must have betrayed her. Her anger vaporated and all that was left was an emptyness far worse than the lonlyness.* You died? *She whispered silently. Her words hardly making sound at all.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:53 pm
*The line was moving for a while. Other figures went around it, but nothing made it change. Slowly, it started to vaporade. It was now gone.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:57 pm
*Questions rased inside her head. So many she could not even tell them apart. But there was one question who had a voice so crystal clear. Was her Funny-Ears murdered? In that case, by whome? She allowed herself out of her mind and into the world. There was someone else there, someone large...* You... *She started to walk towards him*
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:58 pm
* Slowly Ali walked over to the little girl and put his hand onto her head, smiling abit as the pressence grew even more and more farmilliar. Vulpes, what were the odds?. Slowly Ali held out his right hand.* Vulpes, come.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:03 pm
*She threw his hands off her head. Her face like stone.* You know Funny-Ears? What happened to him? Tell Bebadora. *She resisted the feeling from looking away.*
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