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Post by Ari on Oct 14, 2006 17:41:08 GMT -5
A gentle, but cold breeze brushed through Whisper's hair as he picked himself up from the hard ground. Where am I..? was the first thought that came to mind. He could hardly remember a thing about what he had just did. The last event he remembered was talking to his friends about their plans for Halloween. Hmm...
Whisper looked around, realizing that nothing looked familiar. I have never been around here before... he said to himself in dismay. How did I even get here..? There was only one prominent thing in sight: a huge mansion on top of a hill. The teen decided to go take a look at the house.
He skipped up the steps, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of waiting, he impatiently scrutinized the lock and gently turned to knob! The door wasn't even locked! Whisper stepped inside. It was dark, so he couldn't see anything, but he continued to walk. After a while, his eyes became adjusted to the dim lighting. He was in a hallway with various pictures hanging on either side!
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Post by Whisp on Oct 23, 2006 4:31:20 GMT -5
Whisper looked at the pictures closely, thinking if there's a face on it, I'm out of this room! I just hate it to be watched, even if it's by a picture.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 23, 2006 19:41:32 GMT -5
There were pictures of horses, of knights in shining armor, of the Virgin Islands, of grand dragons from Asia. Such a variety of portaits lined the walls in all sort of colors and sizes.
Ironically enough, as Whisper glanced at one particular photo, his eyes caught a picture of a man. Now this man wasn't quite what one would picture when they hear the word "man." This particular being was deformed, one eye larger than the other and a great hump on his back. He was holding a scroll, shrinking away from the castle in the distance.
He... blinked?
Is it just a trick of the eye? Or did he really do so?
He blinked again. This time Whisper was sure of it. The man blinked a third time, his eyes rolling in his sockets. He moved! His hands clawed toward the picture frame, as if trying to escape.
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Post by Whisp on Oct 24, 2006 4:53:37 GMT -5
Whisper stared at the picture, then thought for a second, he looked for a stick around, he couldn't find one, so he grabbed an other picture of a horse and used it to try to move the picture of the man to the side. I don't like this, he thought, but I'm interested, it might be just a joke. And with my little brother I'm known by that by now.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 24, 2006 18:47:14 GMT -5
The deformed man blinked at Whispers efforts, as he tried even harder to get himself out of the scene. He grabbed at the air, his eyes widening as his finger tips grazed the glass of the frame; he was obviously trying to break out of his earthly prison. His hands pressed against the glass as he pushed with all his might...
Whisper could see his very fingerprints up against the glass frame, and the smudge of his marks as the man continued to bend the glass ever-so-slightly at the push.
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Post by Whisp on Oct 25, 2006 6:33:39 GMT -5
Whisper had big eyes, and then screamed and ran off, when he reached the first door he found, he stopped, what the heck is this? he thought, then he walked slowly back and grabbed his shoe and set ready to throw it at the picture, hoping it was maybe a tv and it would break. If it breaks and that man comes out, I'll go through this door, he thought, he tried the door if it wasn't locked.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 25, 2006 19:45:20 GMT -5
Lucky thing, he is. The door was unlocked.
Whisper has two options: A) to remain here with the deformed man or B) to continue his adventure in another thread.
((Make your decision in this thread, please. Once you've indicated which alternative you choose, staff with either continue with this thread or direct you to a new one.))
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Post by Whisp on Oct 26, 2006 5:24:41 GMT -5
Whisper went to the next door and tried if that one wasn't locked, if this one's unlocked, I'll just sit here and if that man doesn't get through the glass after several minutes, I'll just go back and try to figure out what's with the picture, he thought, while his hand went to the door bud.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 26, 2006 19:21:05 GMT -5
As Whisper waited, he could see the picture frame from a distance down the hall. With a few moans of effort, a brawny hand torn itself from the glass and waved wildly, trying to free the rest of its body.
((Your choices remain the same as before. A) Stay? or B) Leave?))
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Post by Whisp on Oct 27, 2006 4:09:24 GMT -5
((B) What should I do now?))
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 27, 2006 9:34:59 GMT -5
Seeing as the crazy, deformed man continued to ease himself out of the image, Whisper turned on his heels and went through the door. You have been redirected to The Garage. |
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