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Post by Maria Thastria on Dec 8, 2006 16:12:32 GMT -5
Im not ok....
Maria stormed into the Ballroom. She hadnt had a good day, and in fact, things seemed to be going all wrong since she came to this school. She had simply taken a walk, and had been attacked by a BASILISK!
Her red dress flew around her, as she stopped suddenly. The high chandeleir was alite, and hanging from the cathedral ceiling. Screaming in anger and pain, mostly at the thought of a letter she had gotten. Tearing the letter from her bag, she read it again. Tears flowed.
Im not ok....
Throwing it aside, she strode to the center of the room, and began to Waltz. Crying silently, she danced. Everything was wrong. Her parents died. They left her and her sister all alone in this world. All of her other family was dead. She had only one thing to hope for, and that was for her sister.
I'm not ok at all....
Stumbling, she got even angrier. She never stumbled at the Waltz. Finally getting so angry, she screamed as loud as she could. Her throat was tight, and her head throbbed. Finally, lettingit all out, she fell to her knees and cried.
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Post by Xero on Dec 8, 2006 16:19:54 GMT -5
"Are you quite finished?" Someone in a dark cloak was standing nearby. He lowered his hood. His skin was as black as gunmetal, and his hair dark red. The irises in his eyes were the same red. He stood there looking at her. Nearby him, a dragon-like creature about the size of his thumb flew. "Because, if you aren't, I can wait until you are."
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Post by Bloom on Dec 9, 2006 0:12:22 GMT -5
"no,i use it after she is done" a young girl came out behind the guy with her book bage around one arm
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Post by Xero on Dec 9, 2006 0:14:00 GMT -5
((... you might wanna make a character first...))
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Post by Bloom on Dec 9, 2006 0:14:58 GMT -5
(yeah me know i was working onm it on the othe threard)
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Post by Xero on Dec 9, 2006 0:17:48 GMT -5
((No, I mean the character has to be accepted before you start RPing.. read all the rules before looking at the other boards...))
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Post by Bloom on Dec 9, 2006 0:25:57 GMT -5
(yeah i know! im waiting for the admin to get on to approve my char)
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Post by Headmistress on Dec 9, 2006 10:03:01 GMT -5
(yeah i know! im waiting for the admin to get on to approve my char) ((OOC: Your character has been accepted. May I also remind you that when typing OOC in roleplaying boards, you must follow it up with a roleplaying portion in the same post. It's against the rules to not do so. Please remember to add a roleplaying portion to your post after an OOC message next time.))
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Post by Maria Thastria on Dec 9, 2006 13:19:08 GMT -5
Maria looked up. Standing, she fixed her dress. "There is more than enough room for the three of us." Feeling better now that she had finally cried over their deaths, she took her position on the floor again.
Just plainold dancing, she did whatever she wanted. Twirling around, her dress began to change, from a short red one, to a long black one. Stopping the twirl, she faced the stairway, and then began to dance again. Flicking her hands at the walls, music began to play. She danced until she felt she was done, then walked to the staircase, up the staircase, and stood on the balcony.
Holding herself, she stared out into open space.
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Post by Kros on Dec 9, 2006 15:20:22 GMT -5
"Peep!"
Came a small voice from behind Maria, a small, unusually colored bird fluttering around her. It landed on her shoulder, it's head twitching left and right, before hopping to go and nuzzle up against her neck. Obviously this bird had seen Maria was upset, and was trying to comfort her. Of course, she probably knew it was Kros as a bird. Didn't mean anyone else did, however.
He'd followed her from the Doomed Woods, wanting to make sure she was alright. Obviously, from the little crying fit that happened, she wasn't, so here he was as a bird about the size of three fingers placed together, trying to make her feel better.
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