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 Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 1:34 pm
[What does my ghosty look like or act like for the matter? I'll just make something up for now.]
A cackle, yes a true cackle, rang throughout the hallways of the school. Most didn't hear it though, because they were all outside weren't they. "First the fire. Next let's get them paranoid." A faint whispered said to itself. It was only the wind nothing more. It grabbed a red marker and began to write all over in one classroom one word. Redrum.
( XD For those who don't get the 'joke'. Please start reading Stephen King books. If you're too lazy, just spell redrum backwards. )
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:37 pm
((Hey, is it too late to join? sweatdrop ))
((My character's in the other forum, but I'll put it here too
Name: Maya
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
General Appearance: Really small and skinny; red eyes and black hair
Personality: Mysterious and mischievous
Equipment: Roller Blades ))
A small girl zipped through crowd of students piling into the school. A menace on roller blades, she skirted a corner and went straight into the corridors.
I am already late. No point trying to look goody-goody and not run in the halls
She heard a loud cackle and she slid to a halt. She looked around, eyes squinted, looking for the source of the hideous sound. She saw only other students, seemingly oblivious to the sound. She tsk'ed and took off again towards her classroom. However, the class was, in fact, not in the classroom but gathered outside the door. She squeezed in through into the classroom and saw what was written in red marker all over the walls of her classroom. Redrum
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:00 pm
Loz went up to the front desk, moving through the crowds of students that had come here to get their classes, etc. It took the silver haired spirit to emerge with a pointless human schedule. He looked at the slip of paper, only to sigh. He was just LOOKING FORWARD to having yet another headache. The students around here were too young, stupid, and loud for him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:14 am
Evelyn smiled and waved Tesunie off as he sarte for class and sighed. 'God, so this is school.'
She was almost frightened by the large throngs of people, never being in a group so large before, and made her way to where she was guessing was her first period class.
Upon entering the room she first noticed that no one was there, and realized that it wasn't her class. But something red caught her eye. She looked to the right, there was a wall covered in mirrors and screamed when she saw that on the wall behind her was the word "MURDER" written backwards in what she thought was blood, but upon closer inspection realized it was just red marker.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 1:33 am
Maya leaned against the blackboard, taking off her roller blades and stuffing them into her bag. She ran to the next classroom and saw that it had also been vandalized with the word MURDER written backwards in red marker.
"Tsk. What a way to start a schoolyear." She sat down in a corner of the empty classroom and went to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:55 pm
Evelyn looked at the girl who had entered the room, and was shocked when she only glanced at the word written on the wall.
"Ummm, hello... Is this normal?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:12 pm
It sat down on top of the teacher's desk and began to make paper airplanes. To those who could not see the dark shadow lingering there, they would see peices of paper folding themselves and even throwing themselves about the room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 10:12 am
Evelyn's eyes widened, "Who the hell is over there?" She said, slowly making her way to the door.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:22 am
(Haha, sorry for imposing myself too much. sweatdrop And are we all in the same classroom BTW? Could I be in the same room as the other people?)
Maya opened one eye and glanced around the room, raising an eyebrow at the paper airplanes.
"What the heck?!" She muttered to herself. She got up and walked over to the teacher's table where the papers were coming from. She didn't see anyone but she shouted, "Damn it! Stop that, will you?!"
(And is there gonna be a teacher here?)
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:42 am
((Yes, whatever you want. smile ))
"Are you the one that was throwing those airplanes? And why the hell is 'MURDER' written on the wall? is this at all normal here?" Evelyn asked, tuning to the girl who had just walked over to the teacher's desk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 3:41 am
"No idea." Maya turned to face the girl who came up to her. "I wonder when the other students are coming... What time does class start, anyways?..."
She looked out into the corridor, sighed and re-entered the room. "BTW, the name's Maya. What's yours?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 4:21 pm
"Hi, I'm Evelyn," She said, still looking at the corner, "I thought it had started already. I'm new here and was looking for the trig room, I obviously screwed up..." She shrugged.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 6:16 am
Loz entered the chaotic classroom where the spiritual mishaps had been going on, he smiled to himself as he saw another one like him on the desk. Obviously that one was unseen as he sat down calmly, as if any of this was normal, at a desk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 5:22 pm
Soon a barrage of airplanes began to fall upon one person and only one person. Loz. Ones previously made were thrown. Ones currently made were thrown. Markers, rulers, paper, anything at hand was thrown at Loz.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 11:05 pm
There wasn't much that he could do as he closed his eyes and let the objects hit him. Airplanes got stuck in his hair, along with pens and pencils. He flinched when an apple hit him in the eye, stinging with mainly a pressure pain. His hat, of course, was knocked off of his proud silver head.
Loz couldn't think of why everything was hitting him. Well, of course the spirit, but the motives behind the spirit's wild actions weren't clearly visible and that wasn't making him very...pleased.
If he used any sign of unnatural power, it'd give his strange identity away, whatever his identity was. That was not his goal.
So he acted as a pale, frail, sickly human teen, with of course, his own personality in tact. That being of an easily annoyed, prissy nature.
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