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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 4:48 pm
" I, Al, hearby allow the construction of Audrey's house." Slowly a house begins to become constructed.
Update: Audrey's house is now completed. Update: Audrey has a house companion, Wes. Update: Audrey and Wes are moved in. Update: Damien is the first visitor. Update: 100 posts Update: 200 posts
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:26 pm
She approached her house. Audrey jingles the keys in her hand, sliding them into the lock and opening the door. She looked around, glancing out the window where she saw the forest and lake. She sighed, seeing a few boxes of her own belongings outside the door that after a few trips back and forth from the chruch had taken care of. She put a bracket into the wall hanging a picture on the wall near the door. She smiled at it then looked at Wes and turning on a light. "Let's start. Whaddya say?" Wes nodded running in with a box of books. "Let's go!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:03 pm
Audrey and Wes land outside of her home, opening the door and walking inside. She looked around the house her boots making bloody imprints on the floor but wiped them on the floor mat before getting to the carpet. She walked upstairs waved good night to Wes and flopped onto bed in a long night dress about knee high and socks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:29 pm
The door swings open and Audrey falls onto the floor, halfway in and out of her house. She blinked, hitting her head on the hardwood and groaning. She stared up at the crow, sitting up and scooting backwards into the house. "Thanks?" Stands up shakily and holds the door knob for support. "Ow."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:31 pm
-the crow sat on the couch next to wass and fell asleep-
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:40 pm
Wes pretends to be sleeping as she closes the door behind her and walks into the kitchen, kicking off her boots and setting her glasses on the counter. Audrey hung her coat on the coat rack and turned off the TV, looking at the pair and sighing. "Tomorrow." She murmured with a yawn.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:50 am
-the crow yawned and sat on Wes's head=
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 6:37 am
Walks upstairs, turning lights off as she did and flops exhaustedly on her bed with a sigh. She closed her eyes as she murmured, "Well did you never what a swell party this is..."
{{Next night}}
Her eyes shot open and she looks around, rubbing her head. "What the heck happened? Feel like I was hit by a truck..." Looks around her dark room and heads into the hallway, hearing odd noises.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:55 pm
-the crow hopped upstairs looking at her-
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:07 pm
See's the crow and jumps back, landing on her bottom painfully. Glares at the crow, holding her chest over her barely beating heart. "You scared me... Don't you go back to your master by now?" Stands up brushing past the crow, half expecting to see a whole flock of them in her living room.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:10 pm
-there were 10 of them all watching the TV, tere was the sound of cooking in the kitchen-
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:17 pm
Her eyebrow twitches in annoyance as she almost fell down her carpeted stairs. "Holy. Laughing. Crow. Pork." Looks into the kitchen and sighs. "Damien that better not be you in there." Walks around the counter.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:20 pm
-she would here Wes laughing and damien gulped-its...m-me....Wes invited me over....
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:26 pm
Glances at the both of them for a moment then sighs, forcing a smile. "Well...welcome and make sure you wash the dishes once you're done." Walks to the fridge, glancing at the blood packets to try and find a type.
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