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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 10:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 10:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 10:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 9:52 am
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[Sorry. Wasn't posting due to being busy. And I PMed Vampire, she should be posting soon. Had an emergency.]
Mazie shrugged at Jake when he asked his question. "I assume if we get a hold of someone and the 'Master' here doesn't seem to be a creeper, we can ask to stay the night. Or we can go back to wait at the bus. We shall take a vote after I get off the phone." Running a hand through her hair, she shifted from one foot to the other and was about to speak again when a voice called out from behind them. "I do so hope that I do now appear to be a 'creeper', as you put it." Mazie spun around and looked at a large open room to the left of them. High ceilings arched away from then and a large ornate staircase swirled at the far end. Confusion flitted over her face -wasn't there a wall here when we walked in?[/i-] before she smothered it with a look of embarrassment, "Oh, sir, no no. That wasn't what I- ah- meant. It is just that-" "I understand." He chuckled amused and walked towards them. He motioned from the side and a petite female in a grey maids uniform rolled over a small round table that held an old rotary phone. "As requested." She murmured, looking down at the ground as she spoke. The teacher's aid looked from the man before them, one who stood at just over 6' tall with broad shoulders and very pale skin. His hair was tied back with a ribbon and he gave off the air of being very old; but that was at odds since he looked no older than mid-twenties. "Thank you." Lifting the large curved handle from the holder, she stared at the turning dial on the hone for a moment before spinning in the number to their headmaster. She waited for the ringing to end, but it just continued to ring. And ring. And ring. "No one is answering," She turned to look at her students as she hung up the phone again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:17 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 11:53 am
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