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nelia
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Storytime
« Thread Started on Aug 26, 2009, 8:43pm »

What follows is an idea I had. Since everyone here is on at different times, and everyone here is so great to roleplay with, I decided to start a little side roleplay on the forums here. Now this counts for IC, so what happens in this story counts for the roleplay in the dream. So. Keep that in mind peoples. Also would the owner of a Blue Suburu please go outside to your car, your lights are on. Thank you.

And it begins.....

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Re: Storytime
« Reply #1 on Aug 26, 2009, 9:09pm »

St. Loius, Mid-Augest. Hazeyness shown through the early evening skies, the last glispes of sunlight sending streaks of oranges and pinks through the whisping clouds. The coolness in the wind promising the coming thunderstorm.
The Circus of the Damned was filled to the brim tonight. People enjoying themselves, spending money on food and drink and sights and sounds. And Nelia was moving through them, trying not to be swept up by the utter sea of humanity.
She dressed differently then she would usually. The cocktail dress was black and strapless, which meant the horror of a strapless bra. And the horror of actually wearing a bra. Fashian thy name is torture. The cocktail dress came down just above her knees, and matched the near see through stockings she chose. Which themselves matched the arms length gloves. And black choker bound about her slender neck. The three inch heels matched everything else, and made her an actual respectable height for once. Her crimson hair was brighter because of the sheer blackness of her dress, spilling across her shoulders free. And of course she wore her glasses, round wireframes and all.
Despretely she wished she could head downstairs, change into her jeans and nearest hoodie, and just curl into bed watching some television... That thought was suddenly drown out as a scream rose behind her. Not one of surprise, not one of delight, when you hear a scream of terror.. you know it.
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And now the next person can shoose what Nelia heard.
HAV/HF attack?
Murder?
Scandel?
Night undressing?!

You choose!

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