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And it actually worked. Hellraiser II gave me nightmares. The maaattreesss...

Very. Plus that guy in HRIII who could shoot CDs. That was awesome.

Abby was watching all of the people in the room run around panicking, trying to get out however they could. The girls were screaming and crying, clinging to friends and boyfriends, the guys were panicking and trying to look cool which wasn't really working... Then she noticed a kid walk to a corner with his stuff, just as she had done. Then the pandemonium set in again...
'It's scary, what people think will help them get out of things,' she thought to herself. She quietly withdrew her knife and took out the needle and thread. 'If I have to sit here until I die, I might as well amuse myself...' she thought, and started embroidering a flower, with silver and black thread, on the right corner of the bodice of her dress.



((PS. Quote: ([{-Never fear! LORD DRAGO IS HERE!!!-}]) :end quote... Is that a threat?

Abby blinked as the kid she was watching disappeared into a black cloud.She knew enough about this situation to look away quickly. She walked over to where Sage sat. Sage was the school outcast, the stereotype witch. Dressed all in black, with her bottle-black hair, she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, chanting something. Abby sat next to her and tried to block everything out, emptying her mind like her Grandma tought her to in a time of panic. Suddenly, she thought she heard someone laughing. Her eyes snapped open. She felt like everyone was somewhere else, but there at the same time. Everyone was hovering outside of her consciousness. She saw a man, one she had never seen before, talking to that kid. They didn't seem to know that she sensed them. The man laughed again. She couldn't move, and when the man turned, she couldn't do anything but close her eyes, quickly. Suddenly, it was all over, she was back in the school, surrounded by the pandemonium. That kid stepped out of another black cloud, somehow changed.

((hee hee. That's what I always feel like!))

((good god, people, this is three posts in a row, start doing something!))
And just as suddenly as it was there, the invisible hand was gone, and Abby slumped to the ground, breathing hard and rubbing her sore throat. To make sure her vocal cords weren't damaged, she began to sing strains of an old lullaby her grandmother had sung to her when she was little. She thought to herself, "I thought I forgot this song, yet now I remember. Why is that?" an answer, from that mysterious voice came right after. "Think hard, poppet, and you might figure it out!"

((Well, Lord Drago, you said never fear, Lord Drago is here, yet you let the rp almost die, save for me, I mean, I can't do this on my own...))

((I'm really sorry, I was at my jerk-off dad's house!))
Brian stared at all of the students, calculating who would die first. A voice in his head sent a warm and exhausting sensation throughout his body, like a sort of morpheine running throughout his veins that calmed him down. 'You will have your time, child.' The voice sounded. It was that of a woman, the voice of his mother... the only woman he had known to care, and though he knew it was not really his mother, he felt comfort in her voice. 'What is your wish, mother?' Brian asked. 'Kill them. Kill them all, in any sadistic manner that befits you.' The tone taken in the response was more masculine and venemous, but Brian hardly cared; half of the students in the school treated him like trash throughout the year anyways.

Brian chuckled to himself as the girl walked away. 'Watch her... carefully. She knows of what is about to happen, has seen it before. Little wench.' The voice no longer belonged to his mother, but to a strange person he did not recognize. Brian turned on his heel and stepped out into the backstage... where only the scared and feeble ventured.