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Post by Lindelwen1 on Mar 15, 2005 20:46:48 GMT -5
Lindelwen looked around the large room and saw another person writhing in her unpeaceful sleep. She walked over slowly.
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Post by Haerodiel on Mar 18, 2005 21:10:16 GMT -5
Haerodiel finnally got enought courage to sit up and look around. She was no longer in danger, good. "Where are we?" she asked hoping someone would hear her and answer her.
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Post by Lindelwen1 on Mar 18, 2005 22:31:03 GMT -5
Lindelwen turned the corner and looked at her. "I dont know....no one does." she said.
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WhisperedSong
Hobbit
"it's working!" "I know its working; run!"
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Post by WhisperedSong on May 23, 2005 18:39:05 GMT -5
((ok, so... Eomer, you started the RP, why are these people here?
anyone mind if I play two of my characters in this one RP? I can make them in different colors to make it easier, if you like. and I'll wait to add the other character in, until you let me know.  ))
Elrenia listened to the others speaking, their voices raising and filling with fear, worry and wonder. She had awakened before them all, but had only sat on the bed she had been lying upon. Leaning her back against the cold silver-stone wall, she watched the others in silence.
Her long mahogany hair was disheveled and some extremely unruly strands hung in her face. Her muscles were weak, and her skin was more translucent then ever before. It was an ash-white, and she was so thin.
As more awakened, she tried to block them out. She had to think. Where had she been, before arriving here? The last thing she remembered was flinging herself infront of someone, to block something... her head hurt. She couldn’t think. She was hungry. Her mouth held an odd taste.
Elrenia moved a hand to her lips, and started when her fingertips came away with blood. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
Yes, she tasted the copper-tasting blood, and swallowed, her throat scraping itself horridly. She wiped her fingers on her dirty and torn dress, and then felt her face, discovering bruises and scrapes; an open wound on the left side of her brow. She ground her teeth together against the pain that seared through her when her dirty fingers touched the open flesh, and she bit back a yelp.
She wiped the blood off her hand yet again, one thought lingering in her head...
What happened?[/color]
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