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@AcerRo You rang?
Outwardly, Christi wrinkled her nose at the acrid smoke from Eli’s cigarette. It smelled worse than the saturated atmosphere of home.
Inwardly, her heart screeched to a stop. Another person was dead, worse than the way Tillie had died. Eli wanted to find out who had done it, who had killed her. She could hear it in his voice, it was the same note that she had heard in Daniel’s when she had ran; he wanted revenge. And she knew, she knew who had done it, at least one of them. She knew that if she told him what her brother had done, he wasn’t going to stop. And as strong as Eli looked, she knew that Daniel wasn’t going to be alone. He’d bring help, and he’d probably bring the police with him to, to get her.
The silence in the trees made her tense, and her eyes scanned through the foliage. Jack’s ears were nearly flat, and the only sound to be heard was his low growls. Once, twice, she heard a snap of a branch, then a faint voice that sent a chill down her back.
Danny.
Christi didn’t think, she just acted. Before either Eli or Eric could react, she had slung her backpack over her shoulder, grabbed her crossbow and bolted at a dead run, Jack at her heels. This time, however, she knew where she was going. The mine shaft has given her her bearings, and she knew that almost a quarter mile south of here was a steep cliffside. It was far from unclimbable, more of a hillside than a cliff, but it was still quite steep; a single wrong step could send you tumbling down straight into a tree. It was also a shortcut to a river that lead to a tall, narrow ravine, within which was an old bear cave. It was a place that most people didn’t know about; even she had only come across it by accident, and she’d spent more time in these forests than she had at home. It wasn’t complete safety, but it would be good enough for now to get her brother off her trail.
And if the others chose to follow her, well, she’d deal with that later.
@AcerRo@Remipa Awesome
Inwardly, her heart screeched to a stop. Another person was dead, worse than the way Tillie had died. Eli wanted to find out who had done it, who had killed her. She could hear it in his voice, it was the same note that she had heard in Daniel’s when she had ran; he wanted revenge. And she knew, she knew who had done it, at least one of them. She knew that if she told him what her brother had done, he wasn’t going to stop. And as strong as Eli looked, she knew that Daniel wasn’t going to be alone. He’d bring help, and he’d probably bring the police with him to, to get her.
The silence in the trees made her tense, and her eyes scanned through the foliage. Jack’s ears were nearly flat, and the only sound to be heard was his low growls. Once, twice, she heard a snap of a branch, then a faint voice that sent a chill down her back.
Danny.
Christi didn’t think, she just acted. Before either Eli or Eric could react, she had slung her backpack over her shoulder, grabbed her crossbow and bolted at a dead run, Jack at her heels. This time, however, she knew where she was going. The mine shaft has given her her bearings, and she knew that almost a quarter mile south of here was a steep cliffside. It was far from unclimbable, more of a hillside than a cliff, but it was still quite steep; a single wrong step could send you tumbling down straight into a tree. It was also a shortcut to a river that lead to a tall, narrow ravine, within which was an old bear cave. It was a place that most people didn’t know about; even she had only come across it by accident, and she’d spent more time in these forests than she had at home. It wasn’t complete safety, but it would be good enough for now to get her brother off her trail.
And if the others chose to follow her, well, she’d deal with that later.
@AcerRo@Remipa Awesome
"я в порядке. Ты? (I’m fine, are you?)
Sighing in relief, Stasya gave a small smile, and the scales began to retreat further down her neck. Apparently she hadn’t hit the girl that hard. “Это хорошо. Мне очень жаль-(That’s good. I’m sorry-)“
"Вставай, это не время плакать! (Come on! This is no time to cry!)”
She flinched at the rough male voice that shouted at her, and in a heartbeat the scales re-established themselves on her face. “Прости! Я- (I’m sorry! I-)” By the time she looked up though, he was already gone. Feeling helpless, she looked back to the girl she had kicked (whose accent was atrocious).
The girl’s eyes followed the boy, and her expression suggested that she was not pleased with him. She looked back to Stasya, bearing a reassuring smile. “Извини за это. (Sorry about that.)” With that, she stood up and departed. Now alone, Stasya curled up into a ball again, pressing her face into her knees. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve being shouted at. She didn’t know who these people were, she didn’t even know where she was. The last thing she remembered was a nurse coming into her room at the hospital and injecting something into her arm, once the needle had actually broken through the scales that covered her. Then she woke up in this strange place that reminded her of a motel they had once stayed in, though it hadn’t looked nearly as palatial as this.
A low growl issued from her stomach, and she slowly raised her eyes above her knees. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten either, she hadn’t even had a chance to have breakfast before her parents had rushed her to the hospital. And she could tell that those panels behind her weren’t windows; the light made her eyes tingle when she looked at them, so she didn’t know how long she had been asleep for. If the gnawing sensation in her stomach was any indication, it had been for a long time. Her eyes slid towards the open door. Unfortunately, getting food meant that she would have to leave the (relative) safety of the room.
With a heavy sigh, she wiped her eyes clear with her arm and slowly rose to her feet, making her way to the door. Peeking around the corner, clawed hands grasping the door frame, she watched the group of confused teens. Some looked to be approximately her age, some looked to be older. She also couldn’t understand most of them, and she certainly didn’t want to talk to the boy who had shouted at her again. She turned and looked down the other direction, but could see that it came to a distant dead-end. Which meant the only way to go further was to go past the others. Which meant they’d see her.
A soft sound reached her ears, words she didn’t understand but whose tone she did. Her eyes tracked to the slightly open door immediately across from hers. Someone was afraid, needed help. Twice she looked between the group of teens and the door, then sighed and crept across the hallway, her footsteps noiseless. Gently, she opened the door, and peeked inside.
The room looked identical to the one she had just left, save for one thing: a dark-haired girl in a white nightgown, perched on the edge of the bed. “Здравствуйте? Ты в порядке? Я захожу... (Hello? Are you okay? I’m coming in…)”
@Airalin
Sighing in relief, Stasya gave a small smile, and the scales began to retreat further down her neck. Apparently she hadn’t hit the girl that hard. “Это хорошо. Мне очень жаль-(That’s good. I’m sorry-)“
"Вставай, это не время плакать! (Come on! This is no time to cry!)”
She flinched at the rough male voice that shouted at her, and in a heartbeat the scales re-established themselves on her face. “Прости! Я- (I’m sorry! I-)” By the time she looked up though, he was already gone. Feeling helpless, she looked back to the girl she had kicked (whose accent was atrocious).
The girl’s eyes followed the boy, and her expression suggested that she was not pleased with him. She looked back to Stasya, bearing a reassuring smile. “Извини за это. (Sorry about that.)” With that, she stood up and departed. Now alone, Stasya curled up into a ball again, pressing her face into her knees. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve being shouted at. She didn’t know who these people were, she didn’t even know where she was. The last thing she remembered was a nurse coming into her room at the hospital and injecting something into her arm, once the needle had actually broken through the scales that covered her. Then she woke up in this strange place that reminded her of a motel they had once stayed in, though it hadn’t looked nearly as palatial as this.
A low growl issued from her stomach, and she slowly raised her eyes above her knees. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten either, she hadn’t even had a chance to have breakfast before her parents had rushed her to the hospital. And she could tell that those panels behind her weren’t windows; the light made her eyes tingle when she looked at them, so she didn’t know how long she had been asleep for. If the gnawing sensation in her stomach was any indication, it had been for a long time. Her eyes slid towards the open door. Unfortunately, getting food meant that she would have to leave the (relative) safety of the room.
With a heavy sigh, she wiped her eyes clear with her arm and slowly rose to her feet, making her way to the door. Peeking around the corner, clawed hands grasping the door frame, she watched the group of confused teens. Some looked to be approximately her age, some looked to be older. She also couldn’t understand most of them, and she certainly didn’t want to talk to the boy who had shouted at her again. She turned and looked down the other direction, but could see that it came to a distant dead-end. Which meant the only way to go further was to go past the others. Which meant they’d see her.
A soft sound reached her ears, words she didn’t understand but whose tone she did. Her eyes tracked to the slightly open door immediately across from hers. Someone was afraid, needed help. Twice she looked between the group of teens and the door, then sighed and crept across the hallway, her footsteps noiseless. Gently, she opened the door, and peeked inside.
The room looked identical to the one she had just left, save for one thing: a dark-haired girl in a white nightgown, perched on the edge of the bed. “Здравствуйте? Ты в порядке? Я захожу... (Hello? Are you okay? I’m coming in…)”
@Airalin
@lovely complex Do I even need to answer this?
Eeeh, this is so much fun!
The update for Tuesday revealed a new way to play multiplayer battles: Battle Royale. This battle between four players is in a Free-For-All format, with the battle ending when one player loses all of his/her Pokemon. The winner is then calculated by determining how many Pokemon the surviving three players defeated, as well as how many Pokemon each player had remaining.
That seems overly complicated. Why not just battle until there's only person of the four left standing?
@sakurasan Posted, and then forgot to mention you in it. My bad.
At first, Stasya was too distracted by the searing in her eyes to hear the stranger enter. However, when she felt the hand on her head, panic surged through her, and she instinctively kicked out, digging her nails into the carpet as she frantically scrambled away. “Нет! Да отвали ты от меня, (NO! LEAVE ME ALONE,)” she screamed, blinking blearily and twisting her head around in a vain attempt to see her “attacker”. Gradually, blurry shapes began to resolve themselves into normal vision, and she gasped to see a pale haired girl laying a short distance away from her. “Ах ! I- я прошу прощения ! Я не знал, что ты a- Ты в порядке ? (Ah! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a- Are you alright?)”
Rolling onto her knees, she crawled over to the girl, the black scales around her face melting into pale skin. “Мне очень жаль , что я не мог видеть , и вы меня напугали . Вы ранены? (I’m very sorry, I couldn’t see, and you startled me. Are you hurt?)”
@sakurasan
Rolling onto her knees, she crawled over to the girl, the black scales around her face melting into pale skin. “Мне очень жаль , что я не мог видеть , и вы меня напугали . Вы ранены? (I’m very sorry, I couldn’t see, and you startled me. Are you hurt?)”
@sakurasan
@banjoanjo I see no ways in which this won't go spectacularly wrong :)
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