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 Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 10:51 pm
Something unexplainable drew you here.
You knocked, but received no audible response. If you weren't so fixated on whatever you might find here, you would have up and left by this point - but no. You need to be here.
And suddenly, there is clarity.
The reason for your presence lies in an open casket.
This coffin is her bed, as she has made it that way. Her limbs are strung comfortably over the walls of the thing. She, Myrrh, is dressed in light white cotton; she resembles an Egyptian deity. Her eyes are half-lidded and she is toying with a wooden tiki doll when finally, she notices you.
"A who dat? Oo goes dere?" she speaks in patois. She is not confrontational; her voice is sugar-coated.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:22 am
::walks around before she notices trying to figure out why I, myself am here:: why am I here? (I whisper) what is here that draws me here?
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