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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:07 pm
yes i get my own hallway. Something creepy to walk down, passing gothic paintings and strange abstract art painted directly on the walls as background to the gallery that is arranged on the either side of the wall. Take a left and there it is. A big Brown red oak door. With no door knob, just a handle. Seems like there is no way to lock or unlock the door from the outside... Dare you look under the plastic rock?
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 2:39 pm
I dare! I dare! hahahhahaha xd :
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 10:01 pm
She nudged the plastic rock with her foot, unsure if it was safe to look under anything of Chemic's owning. Glancing around at the decor, her eyes began to burn with her own exhaustion and the startling aspect of the paintings adorning the walls. It was too late to ponder life and death situations. Sighing, supressing a yawn, she bent and looked under the plastic rock.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:23 pm
@anita The world kinda split for a second with a quick flash of light. Anita was all alone in the hall,looking around. There was 3 buttons under the rock, and as she heard 3 clicks as the door became even more secure. (Anita roll a 4 sided dice and pick a color, red green or black.)
@amy amy picked up the the plastic rock and a hide away key was under it, The door started to cracle and split. The wood started to deteriate and slowly 3 brass Locks Broke though the wood. The top one looked too big for the key, It was large and very old, obviously not made for the modern 5 pin key she held in her hand. The middle seemed almost industrial like and the bottom one seemed quite homely as if she opened it, it would lead into a room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:19 pm
((I'm going to ignore the fact that you mind-controlled my character. D: ))
Used to Chemic's working alchemy, she was unsurprised by the conundrum the door presented. She toyed with the key, moving it over and under her fingers with smooth prestidigitacion as she pondered the brass locks. The first reminded her of the Guild of Conquest and the time she had role played Faded sleeping, half-slumped, over the foot of Chemic's bed after a thoroughly satisfying perusal of his library; it was not the right lock. The second lock was something else entirely, most likely leading to his private office. That was not where she wanted to go. It was the third lock, then, that she inserted the key into. Confidently turning the key in the lock, she expected to feel a soft halt and hear a quiet click that indicated an open door.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 12:23 am
Faded Soulfire ((I'm going to ignore the fact that you mind-controlled my character. D: ))
Used to Chemic's working alchemy, she was unsurprised by the conundrum the door presented. She toyed with the key, moving it over and under her fingers with smooth prestidigitacion as she pondered the brass locks. The first reminded her of the Guild of Conquest and the time she had role played Faded sleeping, half-slumped, over the foot of Chemic's bed after a thoroughly satisfying perusal of his library; it was not the right lock. The second lock was something else entirely, most likely leading to his private office. That was not where she wanted to go. It was the third lock, then, that she inserted the key into. Confidently turning the key in the lock, she expected to feel a soft halt and hear a quiet click that indicated an open door. ((ah its getting late, i though you picked it up lol)) the key she inserted fitted quite well into the lock but it went too far and passed the pins and suddenly emptiness flashed though faded's mind. the key was back in her and out of the lock. There was no real way to open the door as some one might normally think, even if the owner did happen to give you its key. Be creative. The door started to creak more and cracks split its way down the door in large crevasse's.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:45 pm
She growled at the key in frustration and threw it at the cracked door. "Blargh," she muttered. "I'll just sleep behind the bar or something. Too tired to deal with this s**t." She wasn't too tired to yell at Chemic, though. "Chemic?" she called for him. He was supposed to meet her here.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 5:08 pm
Muffled laughter echoed from behind the door. Chemic slowly opened it from the other side, "Sorry for making you wait" Chemic hugged her and let her in.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 6:27 pm
She mustered a weak glare before a wide yawn shut her eyes completely. Rubbing her eyes, she gave him a half-hug back and stepped past him into the room. "D: Thanks, Chemic."
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:51 pm
"My couch is to the left"
He guestured generaly over to the large, quite confertable looking blue figure agasit the wall.
"Make yourself at home"
He turned around and shut the door
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 9:23 pm
((It's been a quite a while.))
If she had been more alert, Chemic shutting the door would have reminded her of a psycho-mass murderer. But she wasn't. She was dead tired, and her reassurance that Chemic would not kill her in her sleep was that he did not lock the door. Crossing the room to the blue...mass..., she collapsed onto the "couch" and curled into a sleeping position. Rest was delightful. She hoped the couch wouldn't eat or kill her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 11:30 pm
Chemic smiled and sat down in a chair across from her in the room. He put his palm in the air parallel to the ground and materlized a thin table and then as he knocked on it twice it thickened into a Old oak Desk.
Chemic opened the draw and took out a few papers and began writing on them and scribbling here and there. He sighed and began to draw her every so often as his mind would wander.
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