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 Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 1:09 pm
This is where role-plays for the sanctuary begins right now!
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:57 pm
I guess I'll start... sweatdrop
"In the dark seclusion of the allyway, a mysterious figure holds a knife to the throat of a red-haired woman.
"You really thought you alone could take me on. I'm not the kind that's easy to snare."
"Honestly Robs, do we have to go through this? I have buisness to tend to,"said the woman. She had a Scottish accent.
"No can do, Scapegrace. Can't go back to that place."
The woman grabs the knife by the blade and manages to pull it from Robs' hand and throws it aside. Robs tries to run but the woman manages to flip him over and pin him to the ground.
"Robs Corters, you are under arrest by orders of the Kenyan Santuary for the robery of the Armory, and the murders of Morgan Klington, Ophelia Belle, and Fredrick Birch."
"You'll rue this day, Asandra Scapegrace, you'll..."
"Stop while your ahead. *twists his arm* And While I'm here, where's the book?"
"Birbank Hotel...9th floor..room 66...West side...Why are you asking?"
"I have an overdue book for a lady in Ireland, and this book should be enough to cover the fine."
"You'll.."
"What, are you going to give me the location of the weapons too?"
"No way in h*** I am."
A group of clevers came into the ally .
"All yours boys."
She let go of Robs, and he tried to run. The Clevers were on either end of the ally and caught him.
"WAIT! I have a name! I'll tell you who has them."
"Who then?" asked Scapegrace.
"Wrath, all he gave me was Wrath, I swear."
"Who is, Wrath?"
But robs had fallen into unconciesness and was being dragged away by the Clevers.
"Next stop, Dublin" said Scapegrace.
How's that? sweatdrop
I'm new to Role-play. confused
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