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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:53 am
Oliver smiled. That his guests were so happy - well, most of them - almost absolved his fear of what would happen later. What was it that the Master had said - something about a Game?
"Of course, my dear. My name is Oliver, and I hope you won't have to stay here long." The old man moved on to the next cell, leaning against the stone wall now. His broom and his candle were both gone, and he seemed to be tired all of a sudden. He only just noticed that cobwebs resided in the corner of the ceiling.
Oliver clutched his back and groaned. He was getting old, it seemed. He walked up to the next cell, slowly, and leaned against the bars for a moment. The fire here flickered brightly, causing the old man to squint his eyes.
((You guys can talk to each other. I'm going to have you all released rather quickly. First to post out of whoever Oliver hasn't met yet can be in this cell.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:47 am
 My name is Luna Star...
"Love Me."
I think I'm kinda: "sleepy.."
I wonder: "How did I get here?"
Probably shouldn't be listening to: "Silence"
Luna heard footsteps, coming torwards her way. She didn't know what to do, but she remained silent. She glared at the man, but was happy that she wasn't in the woods anymore. Luna didn't know what to do, but she sat on her bed silent, waiting to see if the elder man would speak.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:53 am
Estelle silenty picked at the food given to her. It wasn't so bad but Estelle didn't really have an appetite for food at all. Even so, maybe it was her fear of the dark effecting this.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 12:24 pm
Oliver watched as the young girl glared at him. He frowned, unhappy as he knew that someone - it would be expected of most people, actually - would resent him even though he only made sure that everyone received food. He slid a tray of said food under Luna's cell door, leaning against the bars and wheezing a little as he stopped to catch his breath.
Upstairs, a young girl - the age of ten, short blond hair, bored eyes - sat alone at her father's grand dinner table. She poked her food with a fork, frowning as she pushed the plate of seafood away. "Yuck, how icky."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 12:42 pm
My name is Luna Star...
"Love Me."
I think I'm kinda: "hungry."
I wonder: "Will I go back to the woods?"
Probably shouldn't be listening to: "Silence"
Luna looks at the foot that was put infront of her, and she slowly and quietly grabs the food. Luna mumbles, "Thank you." She didn't expect a reply, since the man could have been deaf and blind, not to see how many scratches had stood out as she stood right next to the cell doors. She sits down, and begins to eat it with her hands, since she didn't know how to eat any other way.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 12:55 pm
Oliver clutched his chest, wondering what the young girl was thinking. He tried to speak - but only projected a series of short coughs. He managed to mutter out a soft, "Sorry," before walking on.
In the short distance to the next cell, the old man re-acquired his broom. He swept busily at the nearly completely dirt-floor as he stopped in front of the cell of a woman. Oliver reflected that it was nearly time for the Master to meet his guests.
((Lillium.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 1:09 pm
My name is Luna Star...
"Love Me."
I think I'm kinda: "hungry."
I wonder: "Will I go back to the woods?"
Probably shouldn't be listening to: "Silence"
Luna finishes the food quickly, and could hear coughing from the old man. Luna guessed that the man had misunderstood. She didn't really care about the food. She was just happy not to be in the forest anymore. She actually had a bed, a toilet, and a sink to clean herself. Luna sighs, and left the tray out, empty, and goes to the sink, and begins to wash her hands.
Luna washed her hands for what it seemed like minutes, since the warm water felt so good against her bruised and scratched up skin. But it was strange. She tried to wash up certain marks off her skin, but they weren't coming off. Are these birthmarks? Luna wasn't sure as she turned off the sink, and dried her hands off on her clothes, which was really just a top, which showed her tiny stomach, and a skirt, with underwear that she has been wearing for years. Luna moves to the bed, and sighs, waiting to see if she will ever get out. She wasn't really wanting to get out, since she was enjoying not hearing wolves, owls, or even rats at night.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 1:13 pm
Nam's ears pricked as he heard movement. There were others here. That came as no real surprise, though, since it WAS a dungeon and the lights were too dim to see far out of his own cell, or even that far into it. He thought he heard a whimper, and knew that someone with a strange, slow gait was coming closer. Every hair on Nam's neck stood on end and he felt initial fear clench his stomach once, unsure what he should do. He hadn't heard any screaming or pleading, which he took as a good sign. Deciding to wait it out, Nam backed into the darkest corner of his cell where he wouldn't be easily noticed if he kept quiet and still.
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Techni-coloured BloodBath
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 1:22 pm
Lilium's eyes drifted towards the door and watched the old man sweep. She couldn't find the words to engage in conversation with the man, so she awkwardly looked away. But now she was looking at the wall, which was much less interesting. Lilium sighed and just set her gaze down at her hands. She felt so uncomfortable here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 1:29 pm
Oliver glanced over at the guest as he swept. Though the floor looked no cleaner, apparently the old man had decided it was swept enough. He slid a tray of food under the cell door, now mumbling something to himself. He seemed anxious and fidgety, and his brows met in an unhappy arch. Overall he was much different than in his previous encounters with the guests.
"I don't know why... but it is so..." the old man muttered, "and-" he noticed Lillium, "-hello." Oliver asked, straightening and dropping his broom on the ground. "Who are you, and how did you come to be a prisoner down here?"
The old man's voice was kind and curious, and it was as if he was a completely different person than just a few moments prior.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 1:05 pm
Alya sighed and was soon very bored of playing the current game she was playing and then finally looked around the cell she was in. It was dark and not very agreeable with the way she felt, which at the moment was slightly happy and pleasant. She stood from the cold damp floor that she had been there for what seemed hours, but she wouldn’t know, time didn’t seem to pass quickly in this place or maybe it did... Alya shook her head, she needed to stop thinking like this and bring herself into the present. Spending years on the streets had hardened her but it was nothing compared to this, nothing could have prepared her for this. She wished she could sing but was scared what that might bring, maybe good or more probably bad
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:25 pm
Oliver turned as the soft click of heels reached his ears. Out of the darkness and into the firelight walked Rosemary - the girl was holding her skirts up off the ground in disgust.
"Oliver you prickly old grandpa," she said loudly into the air, "you took too long with their feeding. Papa's ready to see them now, and now I have to eat at the same table as them!"
The girl pouted, turning to leave before finishing with, "Anyway, Papa says to let them all out. And lead them to the dining room." She lifted her nose in disgust. "Hurry up, Oliver!"
Oliver closed his eyes, smiling sweetly as the young Mistress walked away. All of the guests would have heard the loudmouth little girl, and Oliver knew this. He walked over to a lever protruding from the wall, putting all his weigh ton it to force it down - and opening all the cells. Oliver, now leaning on his broom again, waited for all the guests to come out and greet him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:39 pm
Evelyn, who had finished her food quite quickly, walked out of her cell calmly and quietly. She held her sweet smile, and didn't really feel nervous or anything. What would happen would happen, and for every bad thing that happens a good one is sure to come. Well, that's what she beleived anyway. It was one of the only similarities she's ever had with her family. The memory of her annoying and cheerful little brother, her serious and almost equally annoying father, and her outgoing mother...it all seemed so distant. In a way, it made her heart feel heavy. She hoped that she didn't ever forget them, because even if they were so....different to be around....she still loved them with all her heart.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:42 pm
Getting tired of the darkness staring at her face, Estelle stood up hesitantly and left her cell, walking out to explore what she could. Somehow ending up in the grand hallway, she made her way to what looked like a ballroom. "H-hello......?" Her voice seemed to have echoed and it frightened her a bit. Maybe she should have just stayed in her cell, that way she wouldn't be afraid of wondering into places when who knows what could happen.
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