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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 20, 2006 20:01:54 GMT -5
Waiting for Pheonix.
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 20, 2006 20:02:45 GMT -5
I'm here ^^ Intro coming
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In a world of unknown ways and terrors there lies a forest called the 'darkened woods'. For years men of all types went into the forest, but they never returned, and everyone figured it was some type of monster that lied within the trees of the area. Yet one man, whose name has dissappeared through the ages, says he made it out alive. That when he went into the forest, he found no man nor beast. But a bottle, a small, crystal bottle. He tried to look within, but it was clouded in a mist of black. He always figured it plain and ordinary, he would have never known what truly lurked within....
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Okay. So basically, Damia, picture below, is a genie and it is her that lurks within the forest, waiting for someone to release her from her prison.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 20, 2006 20:06:38 GMT -5
((You'll also want to add your rules and the like. I'll put up a profiles page for you.))
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 20, 2006 20:08:36 GMT -5
{Alright. I'll fill it out. Then I must dash. But I will ttyl ^^ Hopefully I'll have something to reply too. *prods* XD
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 20, 2006 20:14:32 GMT -5
((I assume Damia needs someone to release her, right? Okies. *goes to find a good pic*))
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 20, 2006 20:15:25 GMT -5
Yeppperrs. ^^
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 21, 2006 16:35:50 GMT -5
((Right, enter S'ven. Okies, we'll say he's already found the bottle.))
S'ven turned the bottle over in his hands, examining it. It reminded him vaguely of a genie bottle and his grey eyes glinted at the thought. Absently, he rubbed the bottle as you would rub a genie bottle, just to put the thought to rest.
((Errg, short.))
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 21, 2006 16:39:09 GMT -5
She sat, incased, within the dark black shadows that encased her. Within this bottle she felt like a prisoner. Every day was the same for her, being locked within this wretched hell. But something about today was different, she felt movement rocking her back and forth. 'Stop jerking me around!' she screamed, knowing in her small, shruken, form that no one would probably hear her. But soon they would. She felt a sensation rub through her, both of joy and of dread. Someone was rubbing the bottle, she wouldn't have to live within anymore, yet she would become a slave to whoever was rubbing it, damn. She felt her body evaporate and slowly come from the bottle, and within an instant she had reasambled, in all her darkened glory, before a teenage boy.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 21, 2006 16:48:02 GMT -5
"Whoa!" S'ven fell backwards over the log he had seated himself on. "Holy smoke! It's a woman!" The bottle fell from his hands and rolled off a ways.
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 21, 2006 16:49:40 GMT -5
She folded her arms across her chest and looked down over her body before back to the boy and rolling her eyes. "Really? I never knew." she said sarcastically before leaning back amongst a tree, her black rimmed eyes remaining on the form of S'ven.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 21, 2006 16:53:48 GMT -5
"Where'd you come from?" S'ven asked, slightly disoriented with shock. "And what's with those clothes? Not that I don't like them but man, they're weird..."
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 21, 2006 16:55:35 GMT -5
What did he mean 'where did she come from'? The bottle of course. Unless he meant before that. But that was years ago, years and /years/ ago. She couldn't really remember. So she just stated the obvious. "The bottle. Duh." she said in her regular tone. "My clothes aren't weird. Their natural for a genie."
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 21, 2006 17:07:03 GMT -5
"You came out of the bottle?" S'ven burst out laughing. "Whoo, I'm dreamin', I must be."
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Post by +Pheonix+ on Mar 21, 2006 17:08:35 GMT -5
She gave a low growl. "Great, out of all the people who could be my master I get an idiot." she said lowly, turning to face the opposite way so her back faced S'ven.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Mar 21, 2006 17:11:49 GMT -5
"Master, you say?" S'ven asked, intrigued. "Hey, I'm not an idiot! But hey, I could go with this master thing."
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