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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 16:13:01 GMT -5
He is taken by surprise and falls backwards into the kitchen.
Eh!
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 16:47:31 GMT -5
I am sorry.
She made no move to get up, instead just sitting on top of him. Reaching out her hand she touched his face.
So sad.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 17:03:40 GMT -5
He blinks, then swats her hand away and tries to get up by shoving her off.
What the Hells? Get off of me!
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 17:43:59 GMT -5
She grabbed his head in both hands, resisting his attempts to throw her off.
Hells? Close, but not quite.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 17:45:47 GMT -5
He suddenly stops struggling and looks at her.
... ah. Finally.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 18:06:33 GMT -5
Mortals...
Yes.
She gripped his head and gave it a sharp twist.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 18:11:33 GMT -5
He closes his eyes.
[Sindar]Rose. Skybridge. Gods...
His neck snaps and his hand falls beside his body.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 18:32:05 GMT -5
She watched him die, then got up. Mortals...
She hung his coat back where he had taken it down from earlier, and looked around the small apartment for signs there had been more than one person here. She dragged the body to the staircase, threw it down the stairs, and walked down herself, stepping over it and arranging it so it looked like he fell down and broke his neck. When she was satisfied, she left the house, wandering back to the city-centre.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Dec 8, 2004 11:58:29 GMT -5
*there's a knock on Ephen's door. Waiting for a response is a cleric. Ephen hadn't shown up for work at the school that morning. Which was odd, since he had all the previous days.
The cleric knocks again. Still hearing nothing, he tries to open the door.*
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Dec 8, 2004 12:37:12 GMT -5
*Ephen's body is easily discovered, lying at the foot of the stars. The cleric looks him over, confirming he's really really dead, and then he leaves the house, closing the door behind him. He walks off to the church here.*
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Dec 8, 2004 13:43:15 GMT -5
*while two clerics are busy downstairs to carry the body out, the cleric who found Ephen wanders around in the apartment, trying to find out whether the man had any relatives. If so, then all contacts must have been broken, because Ephen had never mentioned anything about his private life. The cleric examines the picture of the woman on the wall. Pretty woman. He takes it off the wall, looking more closely at it. It's been repaired, the traces hardly noticable. Must have meant a lot to the man. He wanders downstairs again, having found no other evidence.
The other two have put the body on a stretcher, making ready to carry it outside and to the church for now. He stops them, lifts the cover, and puts the picture under Ephen's folded-together hands. They leave the house.*
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 2, 2005 12:22:10 GMT -5
The boy arrives at the house that was his home for so long, and steps in, using his old key. It's dark in here. He looks at the place at the foot of the stairs. He only heard about it yesterday. Does he care? He doesn't know. He walks up the stairs and looks around. Over the holidays, the landlord hasn't done a lot to the house yet. There's a "for rent" paper on the window, but that's about it. And the drawer with the table silver is open and empty. Rinathan sighs and shrugs. Doesn't matter. He looks at the spot where his mother's painting was. He frowns. Where is it? He steps closer and runs his hand over the wall, where the wall paper is still lighter where the picture was. A blank spot on a darker wall, but no picture. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the wall, his eyes shut tight. No... No! He slams his fist against the wall. He cannot be dead, he cannot, he may not be dead! Now who knows what happened so long ago, now who can tell him who his father is? Ephen was going to, someday... He was going to make him, someday! Sometime soon... No! He can't be dead! He hits the wall again in frustration, then he lets himself drop backwards onto the couch and stares up at the ceiling. Ephen would never slip on those stairs... Where is the picture? Did... did someone take it who... He stares up at the ceiling. He wished he knew.
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 6, 2005 15:18:27 GMT -5
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap.
Aurora wanders through the streets of Erebos, using her cane as her eyes. Feeling the world before her as she makes her way through the darkness.
Eventually, her cane taps against a bench. She runs her hand across the bench and smiles as she takes a seat. Then, she waits.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 15:49:56 GMT -5
A fuming half-Elf steps through the streets, his eyes glaring death at anyone who as much as thinks of stepping in his way.
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 6, 2005 15:56:13 GMT -5
Aurora turns her head in Rinathan's general direction, her hands on her cane.
Is something wrong, stranger? You're so angry...
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