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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 1:37 am
The house stands tall & madjestic in front of you, but at the same time it feels homely & bears a distinct aura of safety. How a mere student of the arts could have come by such a place is a most perplexing thing indeed, but not something for you to ponder now as Kohenkyo waves you over, calling your name & beckoning for you to come inside.
The halloween masquerade ball has begun!
"Hello there! I knew you'd come" The young & rather wolfish looking miss says in a cheery & bright voice. You know her as one of the other TOR keepers, Kohenkyo, Turel's carer & foster mother.
"All the others are inside dancing, having fun & letting the little ones play games." She takes you by the arm as you enter the large reception area of the old house, leading you to the where other owners are seated & talking amongst themselves.
"I just love Halloween, dont you?"
Turel peeks round the corner & gestures for TORs to follow him into the dining room, which has been filled with soft play things & colorful decorations for the young ones to play with. Dotted about are little tables for the TORs to sit at & eat, aswell as the multitudes of candy filled bowls. He giggles & flaps his wings.
"Welcome to the party! The scary story contest starts soon & theres a special prize for the winner!" He exclaims, holding out a beautifully decorated mask in the shape of a unicorns face. The horn is beautifully shaped blue glass & the diamond-like body of the mask is covered on intrcate gold patterns. A pretty prize indeed for anyone willing to take part in the contest!
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 1:45 am
All TOR owners are invited to have their TOR create the most imaginative & scary ghost story to shock the other TORs at the celebration! The Entries will be judged by Kohenkyo & Turel on how scary they are, how well written they are & also, what piques the interest of the other TORs! Remember! RP your TOR telling the story! Anything just copied & pasted off the web is an automatic disqualification
The Contest takes place up until the 31st October, when all posted entries within the thread will be judged. The unicorn mask will be awarded to one lucky TOR to covet & keep in their journal! Remember that good RP will get you recognised & will count towards growings later on!
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 1:59 am
Rules
arrow NO ONE IS TO REWRITE STORIES FROM THE WEB OR NOVELS!
arrow All sorytelling is to be kept in character
arrow please keep the majority of your post in character
arrow no posting ANY links
arrow no spamming
arrow no bumping please
arrow Please do not edit your entries once you have posted
arrow Keep all RP & entries free of too much graphic violence & FOR GODS SAKE NO SEXXOR PLS
arrow HAVE FUN!!
arrow Dont want to tell stories? Just wander about the masion & nab some candy!
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:01 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:02 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:03 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:06 am
MINE & you can post now!!! XD
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:54 am
((Yay! First postie after Koh XDD! And I'm so seeing Dante snip the mask XDDD...))
It had been with glee that Mya recieved the invitation to the party. It had been with utter happiness (strangely...) that Mya helped Dante mask as the Grim Reaper, giving her a black cloak and a fake (even if terribly shiny) scythe. Hell, it had been with an even more childish smile she dressed herself in the same way, just for the heck of it! However, between the changing and arriving, something had evidently gone terribly wrong... That or the blood on her scythe was a terribly good fake...
So, it was with a still partly gloomy mood that Mya arrived on the mansion, Dante trying to figure out what the heck had made her stepfather scream so much, even though she had a lot of fun just listening to it... "Hey, I'm Mya and this is Dante." the girl said on a slightly groaned tone to Kohenkyo, lowering the hood on her head. The entrance could have freaked out quite the lot of people, seeing two cloaked figures with a scythe on their hands calmly walking down the street...
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:15 am
Kohenkyo giggled in a lively manner & smiled brightly to Mya & Dante, Turel waiting around her legs in his vampire outfit, grinning from ear to ear. He was excited about meeting new TORs
"If you come through, you can sit in the dining room whilst Turel takes Dante to the storytelling room."
"Its lovely to have you both here."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 4:36 am
With a sigh and a deep breath, relaxing more, Mya managed to regain a faint smile, shaking off her anger. Another time, another time... Now, it was to party! "Thank you, it's good to come to a masquerade, especially with Dante for the first time." Pulling out Dante by her hand from her statue like position by her side, Mya kneeled down to give her some last minute motherly advices. "Be nice to others, don't hit them if you get angry, okay? Last thing you need is to crack someone's head open. And careful with the scythe, kay?" Freaky recomendations? Probably... "Now go and have fun with Turel, I bet a lot of people will come around. Maybe even Tirio and Taiden! Luff ya!" A small kiss on the cheek and she was ready to go!
So, with a light blush and an even lighter smile, Dante walked to Turel, still getting used to all the clothing. She knew it was cool looking though, so it was bearable. What was also cool looking was this new boy. What was that on his back? Wings? At least they looked a lot more different then Ingina's or Tayten's for that matter...
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 6:38 am
Saniiro parked his bike near the said address. It was quite funny to see someone who looked perfectly normal in his usual black grey jacket and long pants, with two females, one dressed up in the occasion as a witch and on her lap, a girl as a fallen angel.
Dragain had Ingina's head attached to a makeshift gold halo with red stains, much like blood. Her long dress touches the ground and is black in colour with white trims. Dragain herself is dressed totally in black as usual, this time with a pointed hat and in a long black flowing dress. Hand in hand, with Ingina riding piggyback on Saniiro, they approached the house.
"Hiya Mya, Ko!" Dragain said when they reached them, "It's great to see both of you! Ko, this here is Saniiro, but I think Mya had already met him, right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:59 am
Eamane smiled and shifted Tiri in her arms her rather bulky costume getting in the way through the long walk. Tiri was dressed as a genie, complete with baggy blue pants and barely there top with sheer, hanging sleeves. she even had the face veil. The pants, Eamane figured would be easier to move in than a dress.
Eamane herself was dressed as a princess. She had on a long purple dress with a full skirt and a silver tiara atop her piled curls. An odd sight as the elf rarely cared overly much about her apearance.
The two wandered up the path and smiled at th group in the door way. "Hello Ko," she looked down, "and Turel."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 9:15 am
It was almost like people were starting to flock in! Which was a good thing, of course. How can you have a ball with just four people? Simple... You can't... "Hi Dragain, Saniiro! Yeah, I already met you." Mya first greeted, smilling to Ingina. She almost felt like running away though, seeing Dragain accompanied. Run back home and have another swing at the lazy ungrateful b*****d lying on her couch. Her gaze swayed briefly to the scythe's blade, the bloody thoughts vanishing as Ea and Tirio arrived. "Heya Eamane! Long time no see!"
Dante was starting to feel more at ease as ToR she knew arrived as well. She hadn't seen Tirio for a long time, and Ingina for some as well, so her happiness meter increased. "Lo!" she waved to them, her smile growing. It could be hard to recognize her, since the only thing familiar visible was her blindfold, but what would she know about that?
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