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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Aug 6, 2009 17:13:09 GMT -5
Rogue walked through the grave yard with a solemn look ion her face. It was weird to be in a new town but there had been a drastic increase in deaths with neck trauma. Many of who were buried today.
So here she was, a sword at her side and a stake in her boot. The night was cool so she only wore a tank top and jeans, her short hair brushing along her shoulders as she found the first grave. Thankfully it wasn't too far from another grave that was fresh so she sat on a grave stone in between the two to keep an eye on both.
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Post by TPot on Aug 12, 2009 20:09:28 GMT -5
TPot wandered through the graveyard, not really interested in his surroundings. He probably didn't even realise where he was. He simply wasn't paying attention.
He walked slowly, thinking about nothing in particular. A regular to the nightlife of LA may have thought of that as a very stupid move...
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Aug 14, 2009 14:20:56 GMT -5
There was a stirring under the ground. She could faintly hear it. It was soft but she was almost sure. Of course, she may have just been hearing things. It wouldn't be the first time she thought she heard something. It was an exact science.
It would be too easy if is was.
She did not move from her perch but she moved a hand over her blade, ready to take it out within a moment's notice. It was tiring to wait for this vampire to come from the ground. It always took so long. She wanted to kill this vampire before it could enjoy it's first taste of blood and death.
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Post by TPot on Aug 17, 2009 2:27:49 GMT -5
TPot stopped for a moment. He thought he'd noticed something, he took a glance around, something strangely misshapen was perched on top of a tombstone.
After a moment of considering, he shrugged this off as some statue that some crazy old lady had written in her will to place above her grave or something, stranger things had happened.
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