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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:53 am
As you grab his hands, he is clawing at your hand, it doesn't really hurt that much but it is certainly a strange feeling, this was not a soft touch and it was obvious Ben was not controlling himself.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:55 am
The disembodied voice seems to grow a bit louder but still is not much more than a whisper.
I am here to collect...collect that which is due...you shall not see me...you wouldn't be alive if you did.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:56 am
*Synge felt Ben clawing at her and she looked at him. She felt like she was dreaming, but the feeling of his clawing made this all too real. She held his hand tightly, not letting go. No matter how much he hurt her, she wasn't going to let him hurt himself. She hears the voice again and doesn't feel afraid, just angry.*
Are you hurting Ben? I don't know that the hell your are talking about...but if you are hurting him...
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:58 am
Ben's hands suddenly stop clawing but he doesn't wake up. His hand is just twitching.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:58 am
*Clever hums to herself as she walks up to the path to the tavern. After a good night and a great rest she was having a wonderful day. As she entered the tavern she smiled and went into the kitchen to clean up. Her voice carries as she begins to sing while she finishes the dishes*
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:59 am
The voice still appears to be whispering from somewhere unseen but somehow all around.
Hurt is no longer there, only death. Behold...behold...the soul is trying to fly...let go.
(( You gotta go! ))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:02 am
*Synge is glad that Ben stops clawing, but she isn't all that comforted because he is still twitching. She holds him tightly, but gently. She kisses his hands. She thinks she hears someone singing outside, but can't be concerned with that right now. When the voice speaks again Synge feels as though her heart is going to die right there. She brings Ben up close to her, holding him tightly.*
What are you talking about?! Leave Ben alone!
((I've still got 30 minutes now, no worries.))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:03 am
As you pull Ben close, you notice that the twitching and his heartbeat are slowing.
((**Wavies to the Kiki** Just FYI, if your character is receptive to auras, she might feel a very heavy deathly one in the area. If you want to RP On it that is. ))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:06 am
The room grows colder and no matter what sunlight might be around, the room seems darker like a shadow was there....all around. The voice is loud enough to be heard. It is heavy and raspy.
We have come to terms! The payment is now! Death waits for no one.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:07 am
*Synge feels Ben's twitching slow, which seems like a good thing, but she worries about his slowing heart. She holds him tighter, wishing so much that she could do something. If only she could give him some of her life, she didn't need it as much as him anyway. She starts to cry softly. She can't lose Ben, this isn't fair!*
No! Go away! Leave him alone! Please, you can't take him away! He deserves to live! I won't let you take him!
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:10 am
Ben's body begins growing colder and colder and his breathing and heart rate are slowing considerably, Synge might feel a deep sinking feeling in her heart.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:11 am
((Sorry there no specialness to her besides pretty good hearing )) :XP:
*Clever finishes the kitchen, and starts to dust the tavern. She dances and sings as she work oblivious to anything that may be going on*
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:13 am
As the words are spoken loudly, the air becomes so heavy that one might have a hard time breathing.
For what is it one offers death to take its call?
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:15 am
(( That's cool. I guess if your character could feel just an overall unsettled...sort of eerie feeling...if you want. But if you don't want to, that's cool too. ))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:15 am
*Synge feels as Ben's heart starts fading away with his breathing. She clutches him tightly. She couldn't understand why this was happening. She felt her own heart dropping, she couldn't stand feeling that she was really losing Ben. She thought of many things, wondered who could help her, thought of Ben's friend Cap, why wasn't he protecting Ben?*
Don't die Ben...you can't...
*She kissed his forehead as her tears fell on his skin. Her eye was stinging with pain, but she didn't care. She felt the air grow heavy and fought to breath. She didn't really understand what the strange voice was asking her.*
What...are you talking...about? Just...show your face so I can stop...you from taking Ben...I won't let you take him!
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