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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 12:12 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:50 pm
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Lenore had to be cautious being in a foreign place like this and being surrounded by these strangers. She glanced to the boy who raised his hands, as if he were guilty of something and immediately felt like she didn't trust him. The other one was somewhat friendlier, and even though Lenore was rather cynical, she felt a tad more comforted. The girl sounded cold, and Lenore eyed her, but she was more focused on the men.
It was natural for her to be distrusting of males. In her family, it was the males that were stronger and held more prowess than the women, even though behind doors this was not necessarily the case. Lenore glanced at the three before speaking. "Who is the sleeping one?" They were obviously missing a person if the voice that narrated their meeting spoke any truth. She crossed her arms, a bit more hardened than her previously weeping self. She was still very solemn and the sad look on her face expressed itself in a mixture of a toughened, dominant way. "I am the one that screamed. Obviously, my previous situation did not prepare me for...this," she murmured, lifting her arms to show the dried blood stains on her clothes. The jackets around her were also stained with an immense amount of blood, and Lenore could only make it a point that she obviously had been through a bunch of s**t to find herself here.
[ I'm tempted to make one more character. An unconventional one. Are you still accepting? Am I allowed to have 3 characters? ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 11:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 4:04 pm
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Lenore frowned and followed. These...people were just as lost as she was. They seemed weak, and Lenore wouldn't hesitate to murder them if they decided to prove themselves as a threat. She watched the female, who seemed to sense the fifth person. The sleeping one.
Lenore glanced to the other two, who seemed to be rather acquainted with each other, and was rather nervous. If they decided to team up, she didn't think she could take them on.
It was natural for her to be so skeptic, so put into survival mode. Her family, though they cherished their pureblooded daughter dearly, would do anything to get her back, dead or alive. When she ran away, the family had sent after her restlessly, and Lenore had to be aware that her family, was indeed, trying to kill her or capture her. Nonetheless, Lenore was a fighter. She was curious about the others and a deep thought occurred to her. Were these people sent by her family? Is this some sort of trick? Lenore didn't know, but this idea made her rather hesitant. She decided to keep to the back of the foursome, watching each carefully.
And Ren slept in a cradle of grasses and brush, his still body rather hidden from obvious view. His hair was messy, as were his clothes. They were winter clothes, wearing three jackets and a plain shirt. Yet all his layers had one thing in common: they were severely stained in blood. The front of his torso was disgustingly covered in blood, and it was a wonder how the boy was still alive. His scarce breath, initially to any eye, would make him appear dead.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 5:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:56 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:48 pm
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Ren lay asleep like a sleeping beauty, unknown to the growing chaos this world was coming to.
Lenore followed the trio for awhile, crossing her arms as she stayed silent. The girl in front of her had some sort of sense. Though she didn't know what the heck a shinigami was, she guessed she was some sort of supernatural being. She glanced to the man asking questions. He was a keyblader, and seemed to have a lot of knowledge. The other keyblader looked kind of clueless, and Lenore didn't expect much out of him. She moved past them, ahead as she stood listening in the jungle.
The explosion unnerved her, but it was in the other direction from the presence deep in the jungle. No, this explosion was somewhere else. That must mean that whatever the man said about spawning may be true. "Or there may be natives," she murmured. She turned around, her bewitching eyes landing on Ace. "No, that explosion didn't come from the same person as the one I sense. It came somewhere off the beach," she noted, pointing in that direction. She was still attentive to the rest of the jungle, trying to hear of some more barking.
"What should be do? It seems this island is getting lively, so how we proceed now may decide our lives or our deaths, if this is, in fact, not all a dream." The dog. The explosion. And the presence in the jungle. There were several options.
Eureka quieted, hearing the explosion with his animal ears. That didn't sound good. He walked through the jungle in a curious light. He sniffed around, the foreign environment entertaining his nose. Exploring this place was the best he could do. He didn't know where he was, his purpose here, and why or how his all happened. Eureka resorted to following the explosion. There might be humans around here somewhere. There always was an abundance of them everywhere, and with humans came food.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 12:25 am
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