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Post by lauren on Jan 3, 2006 6:33:38 GMT -5
OOC: I'm back "Well I don't actually have any proof because proof is for losers, it's just a rumour and a funny one" replied Carmelita. "I'm going to bed" said Carmelita as she went to bed.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 3, 2006 16:16:27 GMT -5
"Wrongusual?" *What do you mean by nothing wronger than usual?* Sunny asked. "Notalk," *You don't have to tell me if you don't want to* she added.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on Jan 3, 2006 17:57:00 GMT -5
Violet searches for Sunny around the bog, remembering what Lindow had said about noticing teeth marks around there. The muck acted almost like quicksand, causing her shoes to occasionally get stuck, so she had to pause to pull them out every once in a while.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 3, 2006 18:07:32 GMT -5
"Because everything is always wrong here."
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Post by Sugary Snicket on Jan 3, 2006 18:18:24 GMT -5
After hours of searching, Violet figured that Sunny was somewhere else. She went back inside and began to search in several rooms, first on the first floor, and working her way up to the third, where her room was.
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Post by twistedbrain on Jan 3, 2006 18:25:49 GMT -5
"Friendthru," *You're with friends now. We'll help you get through whatever happens.* Sunny reassured her.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 3, 2006 18:28:34 GMT -5
"Thanks." Lindow said, not noticing the girl being dragged by her hair in the hallway.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on Jan 3, 2006 18:54:21 GMT -5
Violet finally reaches Lindow's room, and sees Klaus and Sunny gathered there. "Sunny! There you are!"
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 3, 2006 21:40:16 GMT -5
Claire yawned as she woke up to the blinding light of the sun. Carmelita was still sleeping, snoring loudly. Claire could swear she heard Carmelita mutter in sleep-talk, "I want to ride the pony!" Claire smiled and slowly rose out of bed, stretching her arms. She got up quietly and took out the dark blue key. Etched very small in its side were the initials, "V.F.D." Claire carefully put the key back into her pocket, making sure that Carmelita was still sleeping, then rose to investigate the bookcase again.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 3, 2006 22:42:00 GMT -5
"It's odd." Lindow said. "You don't look like sisters."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 3, 2006 23:42:25 GMT -5
Examining the bookcase, she noticed a small book that was previously hidden by cobwebs that she hadn't seen before. On closer examination, she read the title, "Dreadfully Dreary Poems by Mercy Dieselise." She started to pick up the book and as she did so, she heard gears underneath her as a trap door revealed itself, parting the bookcase into two pieces. Looking back to make sure Carmelita was still asleep, she proceeded into the unknown passageway circumspectly.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 3, 2006 23:55:35 GMT -5
The dinner bell, now a breakfast bell, rang. Lindow tuned out the piercing noise.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Jan 4, 2006 0:12:51 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Claire could not hear the breakfast bell because she was deep inside the hidden passageway. Fortunately, there was an unlit candle near the entrance along with a match which helped guide her along the way. Suddenly, Claire came upon a set of spiraled stairs leading deep underground. She continued down the path while glancing over the book she had picked up that set off the trapdoor. "Dreadfully Dreary Poems by Mercy Dieselise," she thought to herself. "Interesting...." She skimmed through the first couple pages before she realized the familiarity of the words. She had seen these poems before! She checked the author's name. "Mercy Dieselise. Nope never heard of her," Claire shrugged.
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Post by lauren on Jan 4, 2006 10:02:11 GMT -5
At the toll of the breakfast bell Carmelita awoke from her sleep with a jump. She rubbed her eyes. Annoyed about having woken up to the sound of a slightly deafening ring (no sebold) she walked across the room to see who was responsible for her disasterous morning. As she did so however she noticed something odd. The bookcase seem to be broken in two. "Hang on, although many things here were broken before, I don't ever recall the bookcase to be snapped in half" she thought moving closer for a better look. As she did so she noticed there was no wall behind the bookcase but a long dark corridor. Looking behind her and noticing no one was around she smiled to herself and started her journey through the corridor.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jan 4, 2006 12:23:54 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Lindow was entering a well known secret passageway in her closet.
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