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NitemareNightCross Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 8:15 am
Its dark and the clouds of fog have settled around the cemetery giving everything a eerie felling.Its deadly silent except the sound of wind rushing past tomb stones and through the nearly bare trees. Every things at a deadly peace here in the cemetery. You come here to morn the loss of someone near and dear to your heart. You vow to seek vengeance or closer. Even in a World full of immortals their are still those who are fragile and easily broken. Just like the tombstones, memories of loved ones slowly fade and fall away. The stones carvings are no longer lucid and the once legible writing has been smoothed away over the decades. This is sacred ground that is not to be messed with. Whose to say that the dead can't be revived by an experienced witch or demon. Strange things may happen during the long nights at Hallows Cemetery.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 4:04 pm
a fallen shadow form sat facing the once beautiful stone of someone lost long since a few years. the aged and weather beaten stone was smooth, the writing worn away. but the words remained so clear to them still even after months of being taken from all theyve known into the forestry of someone else's game. the figures fingers appeared out from the bishops sleeves of their sodden black cloak, drawing it into them whispering, "mirror, mirror on the wall...whos the fairest of them all? a touch of night and fallen romance, i want this kiss for payment of a dance." his voice was broken even in his own ears. they remained still as any angel on the tombstone just as his brother and partner did behind him allowing his brother to pay respect to someone he one knew, while keeping his eyes alert over the flag stones around them
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:50 pm
"...I wish you hadn't saved me...." Jade said angrily while tears burned her cheeks as they fell. "Now look, I am alone, and you're dead. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed at she pounded her fists on her brother's tombstone. "You were all that I had left...," she stopped thrashing her fists for a moment and rested her forehead on the smooth cold stone, with her hands rubbing it's smooth edges. "And now, I have nothing...Ramiel. I hope you're freaking happy!" she shouted as she pounded the tombstone once more. After catching her breath, she wiped her face and regained her composure. Standing over his grave, she wiped the dirt off her dark dress, while doing so she complained some more. "Now, I have to live for the both of us...you're dead[i]thanks a lot...[i/]". Her anger lessened for a moment; with remorse in her eyes, she placed her hand on the stone once more, and with heavy, but choked up sarcasm, she stated, "I simply enjoy these chats with you Rami. Hmph, same time next week?..." she looked with disdain as she shook her head at his grave. Before leaving, she rearranged the bouquet of sunflowers she left for him. "I'll leave you to your resting place, dearest brother." And with that, she walked away.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:10 pm
the brother of the praying one stopped her by grabbing her from behind and a knife at her throat, she wondered too close to his brother. "who are you? "
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:33 pm
She had no fear, for this was not the first time that she had been held at knife point by some deranged stranger, besides, it wasn't as if she had something to live or fight for...Calmly, she stated that she was just a simple mourner, nothing more. Then, with the same calmness in her voice she asked, "Yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:39 pm
he released her placing his blade away, "protector of my brother you stray too close tis all, many people have against us, we must be careful"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:01 pm
She looked to down to see that she had in fact been getting to close to the gaves. "I'm sorry good sir, I just have little respect for the dead is all..." she stated as she looked past him towards the direction in where she had come from. She looked up at him with her green eyes exuding empathy. "I am sorry. I mean that in more ways than one." She turned on her heel and continued walking, this time straying far from the graves, hoping not to anger anymore living relatives as she made her way to the cemetry's exit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:18 pm
he followed and made it to the gate form another way, "you were fine btw, im vlad"
the other shadowy figure was far away walking
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:53 pm
"Hm, 'Vlad'," Esme heard the man say. Although they were not standing close to one another, she heard him clear as day. "I am Esme," she said with her green eyes flashing with skepticism. She trusted no one, let alone a man. She watched him as they both stood by the gate, wondering what was going to happen next. Her eyes were glued to him, and her thoughts weren't too far off him either, "I don't know a thing about this man, he could be dangerous, or a threat in some way...well, if that is so, then why did I introduce myself to him?," she wondered. She pulled her shawl close covering her bare chest a chilling wind blew past, blowing her flowing locks in the same breath. A scent hit her nose as it glided off the breeze, sweet, yet repugnant. It came from the gentleman's direction, but it wasn't from him, his scent was different..For a moment she felt disgusted by it, but didn't let it become obvious through facial expression, she didn't want to raise the man's suspicion or cause him any alarm. She stood there in silence as she waited for "Vlad" respond in some manner. He needed to do so quick, trouble was on it's way...
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:42 pm
vlad gestures "thats my brother nightmare walking this way"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:06 pm
"Hm, he sense it too then...," Esme thought. "Maybe you should held back to your brother, I'll hold whoever, or whatever, this is." She headed towards the gate. She chuckled, "I'm a lot more dangerous than I look, fear not Vlad, I shall be fine. It is them you should be worried about...," and with that, she flashed her teeth in a sinister smile and continued to walk towards the scent. She may have looked dainty but she was far from it. On her body, she had at least 5 weapons consealed, most of which, looked to be normal accessories. "Try me," she mumbled as the scent grew stronger and she waited for the stranger to show itself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:10 pm
nightmare stood beside vlad "what are we waiting for exactly?" his voice was slightly lazy his fingers rotated beads in his hands
vlad gestures he should hush and both smelled the air following
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:31 pm
"Aah, Esme, there you are," the voice of the creature purred. "Visiting your brother I see...how is he? Dead still?" The menacing man burst out into raucous laughter that bellowed through the dead, night air. "You should know Alphier, you put him there...," Esme hissed back with disgust as she let each word fall off her lips. "Bitter are we? Well, I can remedy this, how about YOU JOIN HIM?!" He exclaimed as he leaped towards her from off the gate's top. As he elagently descended up on her, she pulled out her dagger-hairpins from her bun, letting the rest her hair fall as she threw them at his throat in lightning fast speed. As he cried out and fell short, landing on the cold, hard ground, she removed her shawl, and prepared for battle. She reached under her dress and removed a knife from the hilt on her calve. "Let's dance Alphier...and make this look good, we have an audience..." she added while waving her hand towards the direction of the tombstones and then to Vlad and his companion.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:59 pm
vlad and nightmare stood off to the side watching both looking like statues, "we shouldnt get involved"
vlad "shes female"
nightmare "if all else fails"
they watch and wait
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:15 pm
She evades his every attack, only stopping for a second to blow a lock of hair from her face with little effort. "Had enough Alphier?!" she said to him as he held on to a tombstone breathlessly. In between his panting he managed to say, "Just...getting star...ted Toots!" And lunged at her with teeth flaring. Once more, Esme evaded him, grabbing her shawl from the ground in a matter of seconds, she wrapped it around his throat, an d began choking him with it. She was no longer battling with a clear-mind, for thoughts of her brother began to intrude. Growing angrier, she squeezed tighter and tighter as he clawed at her hands trying to break free. A voice inside her said, "Esme, don't do it...please Sis...," "I must!" she exclaimed as she pulled with all her might. "...You're no better than he is...," the voice continued. "He stole you! From me!...This behemoth does not deserve to live!" she thought, shortly after she began to feel conflicted. "But who am I to decide, I am just child in the grander scheme of things..." Alphier took her distractedness as a moment of opportunity and broke from her shawl's grasp. He found one of the dagger's she had threw at him earlier and went to stab her with it. She evaded him once more, but ended up between him, and a wall. He was only seconds aways from stabbing her, she had no where to run..., "SHOULD'VE KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE ESME!!" Alphier exclaimed as he quickly descended up on her. "Brother, I have failed you," she whispered as she prepared to meet her end.
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