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Post by Tig on Feb 15, 2009 15:47:10 GMT -5
Fiona's eyes shot open. She frowned, and sat up, taking in her surroundings. It looked like a ratty motel room. She frowned deeply. She was used to black outs, but this was the first time she woke up on a bed, in a room. She looked down at her self. And clothed. "What the hell.." she muttered, really annoyed now, and confused.
She stood up slowly, having to push the blankets out of her way. She searched the room, for any thing that could tell her why she was there. She found nothing, except a bible. That wouldn't help, well, it would, but it wouldn't give her the answers she needed. It wasn't magical, and would tell her why she was here, and who brought her here. She tossed the bible on the bed, and opened the door. She stepped out into the hallway, and started to make her way out of the motel, if she could just find her way back home. Not that she really had a home, she was always on the move, it wasn't always a great thing, being a werewolf.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 16, 2009 8:56:57 GMT -5
Good stuff you got here. You hit everything on the spot just fine. I just wish you could have expanded on her being confused. Overall, you're on the right track. Good job!
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Post by Trist on Feb 19, 2009 22:24:55 GMT -5
same as mike lol...we think alot alike....mostly because were both offspring in a sense of a great rper hehe..
Trist
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