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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 1:03:40 GMT -5
Rogue walked through the rows of tomestones and found her tome the way she had left it before she left.
"Home sweet home," Rogue sighed sadly.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:09:00 GMT -5
I jumped up, stake in hand. Why did someone come and attack when I was doing my coursework? First Robots now, well, something.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:10:29 GMT -5
I slowly opened the door to my tome and found no one had gone in.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:13:23 GMT -5
I followed the shadowy figure softly. I tiptoed into the crypt.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:14:25 GMT -5
I turned on the light knowing someone was behind me.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:16:39 GMT -5
Ok, light. Crypt with electricity. This girl knew this crypt but it had been unoccupied for so long. I immediatly shiffted into a panther.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:19:06 GMT -5
I smiled picking up only a little of her thoughts. "Theirs a genarator in the very back." I said plopping into a chair.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:21:08 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?" I'd never seen her before. "And why are you reading my thoughts? That isn't a very clever thing to do."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:22:29 GMT -5
"I'm Rogue," I said with a smile before picking up a book. "And after a few hundred years picking up ones thoughts just happens on accident."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:25:04 GMT -5
"You're Rogue? Phew, thought I might have to fight then," I shifted back. "So, where you been and do you know about the fight?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:27:18 GMT -5
"I have been in England. One of my surroget daughters desendents died and I help arange her funeral," I said with a tone of saddness.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:31:23 GMT -5
"Oh," I said, feeling very sorry for her. There had been enough death here to know what a funeral felt like.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:34:33 GMT -5
"She was one of my favorites. She was only 12," I said sadly taking out a little picture of a little girl with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. "I have boxes of pictures of every one of them as they are growing up. She was named Elizibeth after my 'daughter'."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 20, 2004 12:35:58 GMT -5
"She's beautiful," I murmured. "Elizibeth. Your daughter."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Dec 20, 2004 12:39:13 GMT -5
"No this is a picture of the Elizibeth that just died. The one of my daughter is in the back," I said brfore setting the picture on a small table. "So whats been going on?"
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