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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 17:04:48 GMT -5
Devin was combing through his hair. "Ok sounds good." He stared into the mirror making sure his hair wasn't all over the place. The shook his head to loosen it up. Then picked up all his stuff. "Did you finish unpacking?" He looked at Camille and sat on the counter.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Camille finished brushing his teeth and washing his face before responding. "Yeah, you?" he asked. He wasn't sure what it was but there was a chill in his spine. There was something creepy about the bathroom. He looked around it suspiciously.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a peice of paper on the ground. Curious, he walked over to it. The paper was being brown and wrinkled and cracked from age. He picked it up and brought it over to Devin. He slowly un-folded the peice of paper. On it in faint black, cursive letters said. Get Out! And never come back....or else. Camille looked horrified at Devin. He completely beleived in ghosts and was holding back from screaming.
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 17:17:59 GMT -5
Devin nearly fell off of the counter laughing. "Haha thats hilarious, Say i wonder how old it is maybe its like from the old west or something. Devin was totally oblivious to the fact that Camille thought it was a current thing. He hoped off the sink and looked at the peice of paper. "Hmmmm maybe like in an old western film like how to guys have a shoot out. Ha that would be cool." Devin didn't believe in Ghosts at all he thought it was stupid and overrated though he belived in Demons and Angles but not in ghosts.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 17:22:24 GMT -5
Camille stared at Devin, he had turned completely white. How could Devin not beleive in ghosts? Camille thought that there was a ghost haunting this bathroom which they had disrupted. he had a thought. He looked at the stall from which he had seen the paper. "Did you use that stall?" he asked, pointing at the first stall.
{Can he have used the stall? I have a good plot idea}
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 17:30:11 GMT -5
{Devin? Sure} Devin noticed that Camille was extremely pale. Was he serious? Maybe so but devin thought it was cool. "Yea i used it this morning. Before you came in" He grinned sarcastically. "Why?" Devin would play along as to not make camille feel bad.
Devin's hair was sweeping just above his eyes as he looked from the stall to camille and back again. Devin's mind was churning maybe it wasn't a ghost but it was possible that someone had been in hear that had an issue with them being there.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 17:31:53 GMT -5
Camille shook. His stomach churned and he fell to the ground, cringing in pain. "Get....Out!" he ordered. His voice was raspy like he couldn't breath. His mind was blurred and he felt like someone was repeatedly kicking him in the stomach.
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 17:36:10 GMT -5
Devin looked down at him. "Listen dude i'm sorry i don't believe in ghosts but you don't have to get all rude and um...... 'i have to proove my point' on me." Devin was convinced but he took a step back anyway. This was getting a little out of hand he thought.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 17:42:46 GMT -5
Camille glared at Devin. Couldn't he tell that he was hurt? He tried to stand up, useing the counter for balance. As soon as he was standing he threw up in the sink. As he was wiping to barf from his mouth he doubled over, cringing in pain as he fell to the ground. "Help!" was all he could manage to whisper.
All things faded from view. His vision was blurry like before and he felt someone kicking him in the stomach. Was it Devin? He heard a voice whisper "L e a v e...." in his ear. His mind blacked out. When he awoke he was sprawled out on the floor, looking up at Devin. He groaned, his stomach was churning like a windmill.
{Can you pretend that he had been on the floor for like 15 mins when he blacked out? And that he was tossing and turning like he was having a bad dream?}
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 17:51:55 GMT -5
{Sure} Devin wasn't sure what to do he was mystified by the occurrances. After a while of stunned statue appearance he reached down and grabbed Camille's arm and heaved hims up supporting all his weight on himslef. With no free hands he kicked the door open and walked down the hall to Camille's room. He opened the door and laid Camille on his bed. He looked up and checked the clock it was 7:15 already.
Devin paced back and forth infront of the bed. He had no idea what to do or what was going on. He looked up at the bed when ever camille moved, then went back to staring at the ground as he paced.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 17:56:57 GMT -5
Camille felt himself being carried and laid down on his bed. After a while he sat up, looking at Devin. "What happend?" he asked, looking confused. All he remembered was seeing a shower stall red with blood coming towards him. He had tried to get away but it just kept coming closer and closer. Camille's eyes were showing whiteness and his face was pale and peaked.
{Can you say that he was thrashing around and yelling stuff like 'No!' and 'get away from me' and stuff like that?}
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 18:03:07 GMT -5
{Ha thats exactly what i was going to say anyway.} Devin nearly gave himself whiplash as he yanked his head in Camille's direction. He looked at him with worry in his eyes. "You suddenly went craze throwing yourself around on the floor and yelling at me like get away no no and help." Devin walked up and leaned on the edge of the backboard of the bed.
Devin had worried writen all over his face. Almost as pale as Camille his brown eyes were all red and wide. He looked down and rested his head on the board exhausted from yesterday and the bathroom episode. Suddenly it hit him. "Oh no." He lifted his head up and banged it on the head board a few times. How could he have forgotten.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 18:12:41 GMT -5
Camille turned even whiter. When he had blacked out he had thought that he had just layed there. So that's why I have a scratch on my face! He guessed that he had scratched himself to try to get away from the stall. He looked at Devin, worried. "What?" he asked. Slowly his color was coming back and his attitude was better.
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 18:19:39 GMT -5
Devin looked up at Camille with bloodshot eyes and a terrifying look on his face. He only spoke a single word but he knew Camille would know what he meant. "Katman" He was so concered about Camille that he had forgotten completely about his horse. What was he going to do by now Katman could be long gone.
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 18:26:17 GMT -5
Camille sat up alert. His stomach growled and he looked at Devin. "First we eat, then we catch." he told Devin. He sprung up off of his bed and headed out the door and down the stairs.
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 18:28:15 GMT -5
Devin flew out the room slamming the door shut behind him and taking off down the stairs.
{You want me to make a post at the restuarant?}
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Post by ~Simmy~ on Jan 18, 2008 18:30:55 GMT -5
{Sure! I'll move this post}
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Post by blackhearted on Jan 18, 2008 18:31:12 GMT -5
KK
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