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After sitting down close to the wall, you watch him carefully. He stays standing, making you feel even more unnerved, expecting anything to jump out and attack you. Shifting a little closer to the wall, so as keep keep him from walking behind you, he finally sits in a very casual half lying down position, his wrist resting on his knee, a very odd position for his kind. However before you can dwell further on the subject he starts talking again.
Well, it is you who came here -brave I might add... or stupid- so...?
He gave a small wave in my direction, to which I assumed I could ask my questions. There were so many one could ask. One had to be careful. He was very unusual and therefore, unpredictable. What would be best to ask? His scratched voice brought me back to reality. It was slightly uncomfortable to listen to, but sounded as though if he was human, it would be very pleasant
Having some trouble? Perhaps I should just divulge random bits of information so help break this tension you seem to be feeling? Or maybe take a taste afterall?
 Daeblin · Thu Feb 24, 2005 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |
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After taking a disappointing look around the area, some changes are made. Only so much can be done but he does his best. Hopefully, he'll some day have more power to manipulate his small home
Well, it may not be it's full potential, but I've done what I can do...
Now, onto more important business..
He takes a look around, the whites of his eyes being the brightest thing around, looking for something
Now what is there for myself to eat? There's so little around these days, even with so few of my kind arou- ohhh..
He remembers the presence of another here and his eyes settles on you... well one assumes so anyways, it's so hard to tell with zombies. His disturbing smile returns again and he gestures towards a part of the floor that looks slightly more comfortable than the rest, covered in a ragged carpet.
Forgive me for forgetting about my own guest, I do have an odd train of thought. No need to hesitate, sit down... You are unfortunately of the variety I cannot eat. Come... and I'll answer your questions. I have no doubt you are quite curious about me.
His hand remains gestured and you move cautiously towards the ragged carpet to sit. I suppose there isn't much choice in the matter is there? As you lower to the floor crosslegged, he gives a sordid chuckle, which puts you more at ease and raises an important question to mind... What the hell are you doing here?
Daeblin · Sun Feb 20, 2005 @ 04:01am · 3 Comments |
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Taking a look around carefully He spots you and grins. His paled grayed skin looks pasty and the smile forces his chapped lips to break and give way to a spot of black clotted blood
Welcome to my small little hovel....
Daeblin · Sun Feb 20, 2005 @ 12:39am · 0 Comments |
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