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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 8:15 pm
3rd Floor and Attic Check the map in case of doubt of the allowed areas or the description
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:59 pm
It was dark in here, and a dusty mess for the most part, to boot. Yet all the same Bergerac found that she liked the place, for it was devoid of any annoying bright light, and after all, there were so many interesting things up here. Bergerac curiously poked about the atttic storage areas, digging aimlessly through the various old boxes and bric-a-brac. Varlen wasn't with her today, which was fast becmong routine for the young Mishap. She was sensible enough, he had said, and so long as he knew where she was and she didn't get into any trouble, the tall drow was perfectly fine with letting Berg venture about the HQ on her own.
So alone she was, and curiously sifting through the fascinating collection of dusty junk that filled the attic. Although Bergerac had peeked in here often enough on her frequent trips to feed the fish in the pond, but today was her first time to actually go inside the room. The empty dusty aura often made her a little nervous, but today the wrinkled and elderly Mishap was feeling unusually bold. She had wandered in, and seemed to be finding an endless plethora of interesting things. A lot of it was junk, but every so often she would find an interesting knicknack or something.
The little treasures the toddler had found were piled neatly by her tiny polished shoes, so that when she was done browsing she could take them out tot he gardens for better inspection. Although she preferred the rooms dimness, things were still a little harder to look over in this dark. The lighting was better in the gardens. Besides, she still had a few slices of bread in her apron pocket to feed to the fish...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:56 pm
The wooden stick, the annoying voice, and the persistance, of an un-named twelve year-old were what drove the skeleton Mishap up the many flights of stairs. He would've kept going, too, hadn't he already semi-run into the attic door. Upon swearing that he could hear the child's voice echoing in the back of his mind, he grasped the brass knob and shoved the door open with more force than necessary.
The slab of wood swung open with ease and a tall rectangle of light from the hall stretched out over the dusty wooden floorboards. ...Too bad in Osso's haste to get inside he didn't notice the large cardboard box, full of who-knows-what, laying just inside.
"OOMPH!" He grunted as he landed on his stomach, legs up over his back and hands in front of him. Oh this was such a painless day...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:02 pm
The sound of a door being forcefully opened and the subsequent crash of two objects colliding caused Bergerac to pause in her exploration of the boxes, her blank blue eyes wide with curiosity. What was that? Someone else? Well it had to be. Bergerac couldn't think of anything that could open doors, save for people. Curious, the small Mishap tiptoed carefully towards the source of the noise, her small treasures temporarily forgotten.
Carefully, quietly, she made her way over to the source of the noise. She was more curious than anything, but her timid nature made her approach with caution. Yet as she peered around the box, the figure splayed on the ground was... familiar, in a way. Perhaps she had seen him before.
Squatting down, Bergerac frowned curiously at the boy. He was bigger than she was, and stuck in a funny pose that made her want to giggle. Instead of laughing, however, she simply cocked her head curiously. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:22 pm
(( DDD: Sorry that I'm so stupid and slow at replying...and that I gave a lame reply... ))
With a muffled snort, or may be it was a groan, the fallen boy picked his face up from the floor high enough to get a glance at whoever was in front of him. Hollow sockets gazed blankly at the crouching figure, but a brow was raised in slight question.
Pushing himself up with his hands, he moved into a sitting position, a hand absently rubbing one of his elbows. "I'm fin-Berg!" He interrupted himself. No wonder she looked familiar; he had met her before when he was younger, and when she was younger too.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:40 am
By the time Elle had scouted the area, it was quiet. Kudzu was above her, somewhere in the attic, and Elle had her face buried in her hands. That's how it would have looked, anyway, to someone else...if one got close enough, they could hear her counting quietly.
"One....two.....threeeee......fouuuuur......"
Her muffled voice drifted up into the attic, and the thump and drag of heavy crystalline feet announced Kudzu's general location. One more thump, and the noise stopped.
"Fiiiive......siiiiiix....." It didn't occur to her that he was making a racket that probably carried, since they'd been at it for a while.
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