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Post by cyra on Jan 22, 2010 17:37:01 GMT -5
I didn't know whether to put this in horror or fantasy so I'm putting it here. Graveyard's are eerie places. The grave stones are a constant reminder that you are walking only feet above tons of dead decaying bodies. When walking through one, you can't help the feeling that you are being watched even though the only things there are the dead. It brings sadness and fear to those who decide to wander through. But it is the complete opposite for the ones living there! To all the ghouls and ghosts living there it's a very nice a pleasant place full of friends and family. They think nothing of the fact that they are indeed dead and instead of feeling sad they enjoy their life after death. Okay. You can be anything that would be in a graveyard pretty much. ex: Vampires, ghosts, werewolves, demons, angles, use your imagination! The setting is a graveyard, obviously. And unless you are something that can exist during the day, like werewolf or something, the setting is usually going to be during the night! There's no plot and I'm sorry about that. Just interact and enjoy yourselves! And remember this is a happy place for the beings living there, not scary!
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Post by tzara on Jan 22, 2010 17:47:59 GMT -5
Sebas sat, sharpening his claws. It was all he ever did at 8-o'-clock in the morning. His sleek black body stretched as he plucked at the base of an old, dead tree, a purr throbbing through his stomach and up into his throat, whirring contentedly. Sebas was not the only cat in the world, but he was the only cat in the graveyard, and that made him very proud. He would stroll around, proud and aloof, with his crooked tail held high like a banner behind him and his head up, blue eyes glinting with mischievous glee.
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Post by Vira on Jan 26, 2010 17:53:52 GMT -5
As Melorea looked down from her tree, she noticed an odd sight. A small hand running around on the dark earth of the Graveyard. 'Oh boy.' she thought. 'That must be Barnote.' Her slinder body slid from the branch and landed lightly on the ground. Her transparent dress waved in the small breeze that russled all the dead plants of the Graveyard. 'Barnote. Put that hand back on your arm. Just because we're ghosts does not mean we can litter on other dead persons' graves!'
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Post by tzara on Jan 26, 2010 18:21:01 GMT -5
Sebas cantered around Barnote's arm carelessly, brushing his silky body against it with a loud purr before trotting over to Melorea. "Good Morrow, Milady." he said in the way that cats do, a smooth whisper that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere in her mind. He gave a cat-smile as his tail flicked a salute, twitching crookedly to and fro.
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Post by Vira on Jan 26, 2010 18:46:03 GMT -5
As Melorea looked at the cat, she noticed that he had more scratches than usuall. ''What happened to you this time?''
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Post by tzara on Jan 26, 2010 18:56:08 GMT -5
Sebas stretched easily, one back leg jerking oddly as if injured, before he straightened and attempted to rub against her noncorporeal legs. "Oh, nothing you'd find interesting, Lady." he drawled.
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Post by Vira on Jan 26, 2010 19:03:37 GMT -5
"Come on, Sebas. Tell me. I really do want to know."
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Post by Vira on Jan 26, 2010 19:04:15 GMT -5
Melorea placed her hands on her hips and looked intently at the cat's face.
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Post by tzara on Jan 26, 2010 19:08:51 GMT -5
Sebas looked disgruntled. "Just a bit of a scuffle, Lady, nothing more or less." He skulked up the tree and perched on a branch. "An unfortunate encounter."
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Post by Vira on Jan 26, 2010 19:12:06 GMT -5
"With whome may I ask? If it was over that female feline again, I can promise you that I will--"
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Post by cyra on Jan 26, 2010 19:47:02 GMT -5
ooc: Name-Damien Gender-male age- 23 speices-werewolf appearance- He has long features and stands at 6'9" His brunette hair is about mid back length and full of tangles. His eyes are orange. He wears large clothing that won't rip or get ruined when he changes into a wolf. As a wolf he is dark brown with a lighter underside. He never wears shoes. Personality- Damien is very calm and rarely gets mad. He always seems to be smiling. He enjoys the outdoors and his graveyard is one of his favorite places. He enjoys the company of the ghosts and other creatures there.
bic- A tall thin figure strolled through the graveyard. His eyes were a deep orange and his hair was dark brown and full of tangles. He was wearing ragged clothes much too large for him and he looked like a homeless person as he walked aimlessly, whistling to himself. He rounded a corner and saw a cat and a ghost that he recognized. He smiled down at the cat, "Hello!" He said and bowed his head. He looked to the ghost and his smile grew wider," Good morning Melorea! It seems pretty early for you to be out and about." He said with a puzzled expression.
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Post by tzara on Jan 26, 2010 20:10:37 GMT -5
Sebas yowled. "Of COURSE it was over Wilhelmina! It always is!" he then scowled up at Damien. "Good morning, Lord."
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Post by Vira on Jan 27, 2010 16:25:46 GMT -5
OOC- Character: Ghost Name: Melorea Hair: Long and white with black streaks Clothes: Long white dress that is almost transparent Attitude: Has a short temper and gets in 'ghost fights' a lot. Loves to pretend to be in control.
Sound good?
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Post by cyra on Jan 28, 2010 19:28:14 GMT -5
Damien crouched down and ruffled the cat's fur with a sympathetic smile. "Well who won?" He asked.
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Post by tzara on Jan 28, 2010 19:36:41 GMT -5
Sebas muttered under his breath, his behind rising up to meet Damien's pats without his realization.
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