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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Rave liked to think of herself as somewhat optimistic person, but reality was trying really hard to mess up with her right about now. Having managed to fall flat on the floor once because of her leg numbed and stiff leg, the pain of which was really unpleasant and uncomfortable, she hoped that she wouldn't feel the cold floor so soon once again. Well luck was a fickle mistress and just as she was attempting to take another step, the cosmic dice rolls of luck decided it was time for her to have a close meet up with the floor once more! 

	In just a moment between her trying to take a step and her realizing what was happening, her entire body just lurched to the side and as the injured leg gave out she just fell on the floor once more, hitting hard to the side. Her hind areas were starting to hurt from falling this often. She laid down, breathing heavily as she was gritting her teeth to keep the pain and frustration from escaping her lips. The Ferret realizing that the pocket of the coat wasn't the most safe of locations right about now, had already vacated the premises, instead choosing to sit by her, tilting it's head and then do a lap around her before sitting on her torso instead as she was laying there. It was dark and she had no idea about it, but felt it as it hopped onto her chest.

	[color=c4df9b]"It's been a bad couple of days..."[/color] She mumbled to herself, breathing deeply, trying to gather her focus and strength in attempt to stand up once more. One more attempt and she swore silently to herself that she was going to crawl her way out of here if she had to...[color=c4df9b]" Maybe the place's cursed... people seem to be dying in this Manor like flies."[/color] She whispered quietly as her eyes stared into the darkness.[color=c4df9b]" Alright now one more time. Three times is the charm..."[/color]

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Character current location: Shadowell Manor, Attic (Confinement)
Characters attempted actions: Get up and maybe get moving to the door!
Any and all skills being used: Dexterity
Why each skill is being called: Maybe the cosmic deities will decide that it's time to stop messing with the injured woman this time as she tries to move in the dark while injured! Or maybe they will just play it for laughs who knows! Either way, dex for moving and getting up!
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