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 Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:21 am
Today was another one of those boring days. Autumn was slowly moving along though since it was late autumn it felt more and more like winter. Wylde was moving about the shop with a bit of a soft hum as he wandered about hanging up decorations for the holidays that were coming up rather soon. He wondered if he should buy his brother a gift for a brief moment and then began to ponder what to get for his Diviner twin. Kahn probably, quite annoyingly, knew exactly what he was going to get if anything.
Maybe he should prove his brother wrong and not get him a damn thing. Hah as that would work.
Wylde glanced at the door now and again hoping that someone would come and offer a distraction from his decorating. While it filled the time he simply didn't feel like doing it anymore.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:42 pm
What...the hell...?
The world seemed to pull Rossy into a revolving waltz, spinning him round and round as a ringing serenade sounded in his ear. The middle aged man could not remember what happened before. The world just seemed to go black before he woke up in the middle of the floor, dazed with a stinging pain on the side by his temple. Gently, he touched the area where the pain resided and immediately received a tense signal that his injury was still soft. This told him that whatever happened...did not happen too long ago. What the hell did he get himself into?
Deciding it would be best to get some help (considering the fact he obtained a serious concussion), Rossy faltered as he bustled through the lane full of bustling folk. His vision blurred from time to time and this caused an instinct-triggered fright to rise within him. Rossy's strides grew longer and travel speed quicker. Sweat swelled on his forehead, pain frothing as he concentrated on finding help.
Suddenly, his body began to give out. Rossy stumbled to the nearest door and grabbed hold of the handle. Twisting it open, Rossy's voice croaked, not allowing him to mutter a cry for help. Once again, he blacked out and fell to the floor, shaking the floor beneath him. Apparently, he had wandered into a shop.
What a great present to start off the holidays...
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