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Post by Farrelei on Nov 5, 2008 15:56:10 GMT 10
((Awesome. You can post straight away ^^))
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 5, 2008 17:25:33 GMT 10
John lent back in his arm chair, sipped his tea, and began to read his copy of the English Royal Newspaper. As he always did, he skipped right to the comics, as he read he (being a genius) couldn't help but find the flaws in what the people said, this is how he amused himself, Apart from with his work. "sir your dinner is ready" said a voice in the back round. John Turned around Sharply, and stood up. His dark medium long unwashed hair fell in front of his eyes as he span round. He placed his long thin hands into his pockets and made his way to the kitchen were Mr Bell had arranged his meal.
"thank you Mr Bell" John said in his normal, almost decrepit sort of way, before sitting in his chair at the table. He stared at the food for a while before finally he took the small silver knife from the side of his dish, and took it to work on the meat.
When he finished, John made his way to his study, where he would no doubt, stick his head into his work.
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Post by Milk on Nov 8, 2008 20:05:05 GMT 10
Shinon looked out a window, there were sirens from police and ambulances ringing and a forensic team looking into the death. Something wasn't right. When the man stood up, something was wrong. Thought Shinon. His eyes. It looked like something had possessed the man. Shinon shook his head. That was stupid. He thought. People don't get possessed.Shinon left the building and started off to his flat. ((Lets get this RP going it should be fun. ))
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Post by Farrelei on Nov 8, 2008 20:09:37 GMT 10
"Humans... It would be quite fun..." Kyun smiled as he stretched his arm right out and closed his eyes, "Where should the Note drop?" he laughed to himself as playfully he let the book slip through his fingers and fall...
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 10, 2008 14:20:34 GMT 10
John left his study as his phone began to ring. He grabbed it and held it to his ear. Mr Bell was in the next room, he had made it a habit to listen in to John's calls. At this point, John took the phone into his study, and closed the door. Mr Bell stepped back confused with Johns actions.
John Sat down in his arm chair, and pulled out a sheet of paper from his desk. He began to scribble down something onto the paper. As he did, he looked around the room, checking the windows.
He hang up the phone, and stood up, leaving the note on his desk. He wandered to the door, and opened it. As he left and made his way to the stairs, he called to Mr Bell, "Oh Mr Bell, tea please". "Of course", said Mr Bell.
As John made his way down the hall, he looked back to see Mr Bell wander into his study.
As he noticed this, he got to his room as fast as he could. He sat on his bed, and pulled up his laptop computer onto his lap. As it began to boot up, Mr Bell was looking at the note on Johns desk.
John got into a sort of command prompt on his computer, and typed in a few things. When he was done, the Lock on his study door, quietly locked itself, locking Mr Bell in his study. A few seconds later, All the computer and Tv screens in the room (there was 5 all up) Flashed red and gave off a brain curling siren. Then on the screens flashed the words, "I asked for Tea Mr Bell". The sirens continued as Mr Bell ran for the door. He reached it only to find it locked. He panicked when he heard footsteps coming to the room.
The sirens stopped, and so did the flashing. Mr Bell was still shocked. He placed his head on the door, and listened for footsteps. He heard nothing, and went down to open the door. He grabbed the knob and turned it, the door swung open, and Mr Bell was amazed to see that John was no where in sight. He took a few steps, but not before he heard from behind him, "I asked for tea Mr Bell". He turned around In a flash, to See John standing in the middle of his study.
John began to laugh, Mr Bell was relived to see him is such a giddy mood after he had entered his study. John stopped laughing, and looked at Mr Bell, "why?" he said. Mr Bell didn't have a chance to answer. "Go". John said.
Mr bell moved quickly to the kitchen to prepare John tea. He didn't see the entire note on Johns Desk, only a few words.
Death Crash Be
Now Mr Bell was not the type to go snooting, and John knew this, but it did make John think.
The following day, as Mr Bell was on his way to work, he found a Note on his Dinner table, Excusing him from his duties to John for the next few days. Mr Bell was confused, but, he didn't complain. Mr Bell made his way back to bed.
Back at Johns house, on the dinner table, Was the Tea.
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Post by Milk on Nov 10, 2008 15:51:55 GMT 10
((Claw should post now.))
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Post by Farrelei on Nov 10, 2008 17:12:34 GMT 10
((Yep, guys it's the NEXT DAY NOW, just to let you know. The owner of the Note will be decided through rock paper scissors at school. Remind me))
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Post by Frost on Nov 10, 2008 19:00:38 GMT 10
Hayley woke up from her sleep, thinking that last night was just a dream, but when she saw that graze on ehr knee form when she fell over the night before it removed all doubt that that whole incident actually happened. That poor man, Hayley thought as she got dressed and went down to breakfast.
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 10, 2008 19:25:29 GMT 10
John wandered into the kitchen, he had never made a meal before, and now that he had excused Mr Bell, he had not choice.
After what had been a cavalcade of events, John made his way to his study, and got to work on his work.
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Post by Farrelei on Nov 10, 2008 19:50:45 GMT 10
((Actually, screw it. I'm drawing from a hat...))
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 10, 2008 20:53:06 GMT 10
(( I am sure It makes absolutely no difference))
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Post by Smallfry on Nov 11, 2008 6:50:36 GMT 10
((can i join?))
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 11, 2008 7:45:23 GMT 10
((I did))
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Post by Farrelei on Nov 11, 2008 15:51:02 GMT 10
((Yes, Smallfry. I must wait for MIlk before I can make my next post. Milk, Shinon will not have found the Note yet. He will be doing something WHEN I will drop the Note for him in my next post, so get yourself ready))
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Post by Biomanic on Nov 11, 2008 16:38:16 GMT 10
John arrived at the crash area, he looked around the space, observing tire marks and so forth. He scribbled something on a piece of paper, and hoped back into his car. "Back home" said John to his driver.
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