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mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 02:30 am
frothymilk) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 02:30 am
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1st Trot
[Action - 945 Beulah St]
[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]
[Then a chair goes flying out the window]
[Phone]
What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]
Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!
Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...
[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]
[Then a chair goes flying out the window]
[Phone]
What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]
Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!
Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...
[Phone]
Interesting. That you don't want to model your life on him.. They say that descendants will mimic their ancestors one way or another.
And what if he appears in this place. You will know him then, if you're still here.