NightWhispers
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- Sep 22, 2001
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OOC: My character is Kallie Lake; she is 25 years old and has inherited her eccentic uncle's mansion in a sleep little town outside Portland, Maine. She has recently arrived and will be wondering around the labyrinth made of flowering hedges. I need someone to play the man I bump into inside the maze.
IC: The late August night blows a soft breeze from the west. Across the pale yellow moon passes a gray cloud. Wrapping my long arms around myself I feel a shiver flow through me. I realize that it is more from a feeling rather than the tempature. As I stand on the balcony attached to my second story bedroom I peer out at an elaborate labyrinth. The urge to investigate the confines of the edifice I reenter the room and descend the hall stairway.
Sweet aroma of blooming flowers assault my senses while I stroll closer. I reach a delicate hand out to pluck a large white bloom. Placing it gently into my raven hair I enter the structure. Barefooted, I proceed further inside, my white, gauzy dress billows against my ankles. Suddenly I turn a corner and find myself confronted by a formidable object. Startled I comprehend that it is not merely an object but a muscular chest of the most amazing man I have ever laid eyes on.
IC: The late August night blows a soft breeze from the west. Across the pale yellow moon passes a gray cloud. Wrapping my long arms around myself I feel a shiver flow through me. I realize that it is more from a feeling rather than the tempature. As I stand on the balcony attached to my second story bedroom I peer out at an elaborate labyrinth. The urge to investigate the confines of the edifice I reenter the room and descend the hall stairway.
Sweet aroma of blooming flowers assault my senses while I stroll closer. I reach a delicate hand out to pluck a large white bloom. Placing it gently into my raven hair I enter the structure. Barefooted, I proceed further inside, my white, gauzy dress billows against my ankles. Suddenly I turn a corner and find myself confronted by a formidable object. Startled I comprehend that it is not merely an object but a muscular chest of the most amazing man I have ever laid eyes on.