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OoC.does also

(likewise )

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

{ Ditto. *pokes sis once again* }

Okies here's my bio:

Name : Emma
Gender : Female
Age : 18
Belives in the undead (yes/no) : Yes
Dealings with the undead before (yes/no) : Yes
Apperance : Grey eyes, blonde/brown curly hair, slender figure
Bio : Not known, patchy background
Anything else worth mentioning : She's the great great great grandaughter of Cassandra (my other vampire character)
Pic : http://www.jennifergarner.fancube.com/g ... =561&pos=8

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Sorry, sorry... Catching up on schoolwork...


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The city of London lay deeply emersed in the fog wich encased everything and missed nothing. Misty swirls of it crept around the palace, and curled over the river. It muffled sounds and hid the cities occupants from view.
The bells should have been chiming, but wheather the mist blocked the sound, or wheather they rang not was a mystery. Citiesens (sp) locked themselves in their houses because of uncouth whisperings that could be heard on the streets. Whispers that cursed and muttered, like ghosts voices.
But everywhere where there was noone, things stirred in their graves.
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Deep below London someone sat up in their grave, smashing their head against the cold stone lid with a sick crack.
"Hey-!? Ow..."
A pale hand felt about gingerly, searching for its body and head- wich it rubbed with a cursed mutter.
After a while the marbled lid inched a little, then a little more allowing enough space for a white arm to reach out into the air. Long fingernails tapped across the stonework searching anew- there was a small crack and a cloud of gunpowder clouded up over the sarcophagus, while the lid cracked neatly in two. It only took a little push for the woman trapped to move them aside.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

The arab fidgeted with his robes, waiting for someone in this strange european city.

Olivia turned a corner in the abandoned city of London. Why no one was out or why, she hardly knew, but she suspected it was because of the unseasonable mist that was pressing against their window panes. The starnge whispers that seemed to come from no where, but at the same time everywhere. She tripped on a twig and cursed. She managed to keep silent all the same. Somethig was going to happen. Something bad.
Olivia silently tip toed accross the till quiet streets of London and finally arrived where she waned to be: The riverbank...

Cassandra walked slowly along the riverbank, she had just returned from Italy, her reason - her grandaughter Emma.
The mist curled and licked at her feet as she slowly came to a halt where Emma had told her to meet her, she stood watching, looking out for the child that was the last of her line.

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Emma pulled her coat closer round her, shivering slightly as a chill went down her spine.
She walked quickly, the eerie silence making her nervous, she slowly slowed down as she came to a halt, her eyes scanning the area, straining to find her grandmother....

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Rubbing her hands, Elizabeth stepped out of the graveyard and unto the street, brushing dust off her arms and legs. She took a de
ep breath and filled her lungs with the fresh, feeling refreshed and very alive.
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Rosemary looked up from her sewing and glared out the cracked window at the weather outside. Her gnarled little hands hurled the finished work of art against the wall. It depicted a gruesom scene, a thousand finely stitched dead bodies surrounding a tall throne smeared with blood. Twp pale black hands encircled the scene, their fingernails extremely long.
The little old lady sighed and rubbed her cold hands, rings clinking.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Jocelyn wrapped her coat around her as she walked down the streets of London. She did not feel the cold but the night made her nervous anyways. She lowered her head and watched her feet as she walked towards nowhere in particular.
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Evelyn sat at her desk facing the window of her third floor window. She was in the midst of writing another story but had no inspiration, it was only when she saw the fog covered streets and the mysterious movement of the fog that she smiled and began to write in her notebook.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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Jocelyn tenses as she heard hooves behind her. She turned to see a large horse and a man down the road. The man looked familiar in some way but she was not about to find out. Jocelyn brushed her auburn hair with her fingers before continuing to glide amoung the fog.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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Jocelyn held her breath as the man shouted out to her. She knew he was talking to her because she could see no one else within a mile. She slowly turned on her heel, grasping her black coat around her as a way to calm her nerves. As she gained her breath she raised her brown eyes to look at him.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

The arab heard the clattering of hooves, and quietly stepped through the fog towards the noise.