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Post by England on Mar 15, 2010 21:52:48 GMT -5
The stone steps were cracked and crumbly, something easily slipped on. The further down you go, the colder it gets - far to cold to be a normal temperature for greece.
There's a very faint light up ahead.
(OOC: sorry for the lack of posting. Iggymod has a cold and can't think very well.)
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Post by salmiakkiplz on Mar 19, 2010 17:22:42 GMT -5
Tino puts his arms around himself in an attempt to keep warm. He can almost see his breath! But once he sees the light up ahead he quickens his pace. Maybe it's warm!
( OOC: It's ok, I've been busy with SATs and colleges ;u; )
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Post by England on Mar 24, 2010 22:31:52 GMT -5
The stairs led down into a large room - there was no actual light source... other than the many, many ghosts. The room was filled with them: some huddling in corners, some running, some laying on the ground and apparently having seizures... and lit up from the glow of the ghosts was a floor covered in strange, old symbols.
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Post by salmiakkiplz on Mar 29, 2010 18:12:59 GMT -5
Tino gasped, but he gasped quietly - He was afraid it might startle them or something even though they were already dead. He went up to each ghost and looked at them individually; he wanted to know what they were doing. (Even though there was really no hope if figuring it out. They didn't notice him and they didn't speak.)
His eyes wandered down to the floor, and he scraped the toe of his boot along the lines. Did someone lock up the ghosts here with witchcraft or something?
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Post by England on Apr 1, 2010 13:38:36 GMT -5
Scratching one of the lines was a bad idea - it began to light up with a pale, icy glow that slowly but surely spread to all the other lines in the ground. One by one as each line lit, a ghost would burst into particles and those bits of light would be flung into the scratch, making it burn with a brighter light - pretty quickly it was nearly impossible to see with the brightness of it all.
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Post by salmiakkiplz on Apr 2, 2010 20:33:07 GMT -5
He covered his eyes and scooted backwards until he hit a wall. At one point he had to press both his hands hard onto his face to make sure the light wouldn't creep in and blind him. He didn't know what would happen next, but he hoped he would come out alive.
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Post by Denmark on Apr 23, 2010 23:10:19 GMT -5
With a loud bang and cracking from above, the light emitting from the symbols on the ground was extinguished as the ceiling caved in on the floor, several large chunks landing too close for comfort. As the avalanche of debris slowed to a halt and the dust began to clear, a tall, grinning, chucking figure of a man clad in red appeared, holding the weapon, an axe, which had to have caused the damage he was surveying around him.
"Heheh. Not so bad, if I say so myself!" the man said aloud to himself. "Now if only I knew what I was looking for--!" he said as he laid eyes on a smaller man backed against a wall, expression shifting to surprise and interest.
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Post by salmiakkiplz on May 15, 2010 15:42:48 GMT -5
Tino peeked out from behind his hands, rubbing them for a second on account of the dust in the air. He looked shyly around the room, seeing it completely wrecked by Lord knows what. All the questions running through his mind were quickly answered when he saw the tall man in red standing near him. All his courage left him - this man was tall and he had an axe. Would he hurt him?
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