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Post by mikisohma on Sept 17, 2009 23:41:29 GMT -5
now i really hate you
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Post by floysirius on Sept 17, 2009 23:41:34 GMT -5
-facepalm- you were supposed to say ENTER CARMINE VERMILLION
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Post by floysirius on Sept 17, 2009 23:42:08 GMT -5
I am the key to the lock in your house...
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Post by mikisohma on Sept 17, 2009 23:43:09 GMT -5
i've been entered remember?
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Post by floysirius on Sept 17, 2009 23:45:04 GMT -5
Yay, sister schism!
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Post by floysirius on Sept 17, 2009 23:45:28 GMT -5
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Post by mikisohma on Sept 17, 2009 23:46:49 GMT -5
nevermind.....
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Post by floysirius on Sept 17, 2009 23:47:37 GMT -5
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Post by mikisohma on Sept 17, 2009 23:49:09 GMT -5
whats the link for?
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 0:33:46 GMT -5
Highschool RPG
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 19:08:46 GMT -5
Okay, now back to the story! ENTER AMARANTH VERMILLION
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 19:13:49 GMT -5
Amaranth is feeling nauseated for no apparent reason. She wonders if it's heat, dehydration, swine-flu, or a combination of two or three of those lovely possibilities. She checks herself in the mirror, only to gasp in horror at the face which stares back at her. It takes her a moment to realize that it is her own chalk-white face she is seeing. Color rushes back into her cheeks as she begins to lose her balance, feeling dizzy without any apparent reason. She panics, gripping her bedpost, her head buzzing, and feeling as though somebody has just dumped a bucket of ice water upon her head.
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 19:15:21 GMT -5
She sinks to the floor, placing her head in between her knees, like she has observed others doing when they felt faint. She didn't know what good it would do her. Her back hurt from bending over, so she sat up, and regretted it.
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 19:17:52 GMT -5
Her head spun nauseatingly. She fell, facing the mirror, which covered the length of her closet. She shuddered when she saw her own face again, all of the color had gone out of it, leaving what looked like a slightly blue tint to her pale skin, in the fluorescent lighting.
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Post by floysirius on Sept 18, 2009 19:20:51 GMT -5
She saw dark circles closing in over her vision, tried to fight the cotton in her ears, and wondered why someone was pouring ice water all over her head. She didn't know anything much, being nothing like herself at that strange moment in time. That moment, while the florescent glow disappeared completely from her obscured vision, Amaranth Vermillion believed that she was dying.
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