zombifiedkitt
Imaginary Friend Hoarder
Amorrie Sephora, 5th floor.
Well, this man was certainly intriguing. With the manners of a gentleman, and the voice of a prince, he was very kind. "Ah, I believe we haven't met...it's a shame we hadn't met earlier! Would you care to come to the dinner hall with me? I'm meeting someone who may be my 'Personal Butler,' or whatever that is," Ammie said with a blank look in her eyes... she felt that something was wrong, but at the same time, everything was so perfect. Why should she worry? "Well, would you? It would be my honor."
@Pom Pom Express
Elena Stone, Dining Area.
Elena quietly sipped from the wine glass and was hit with a wave of giddy happiness and the urge to *cough cough you know* with someone, but it passed quickly. So, this was what being drunk felt like; she enjoyed it. Maybe she would drink more often. She opened her mouth to speak, but found that her words were slurred a bit. "Tshoo," she began but stopped to clear her throat. "So," she repeated, "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be on duty?" she said teasingly. She knew that Ricardo didn't listen to anyone, but she was still the owner; she could poke at him and get away with it.
@~Juvenile~Orion~
Icarus Stronghold, 5th floor.
"Ivria," Icarus said. "Those--those twins MUST stop running. They're giving me a headache. Well, a worse one anyways." He glared down the hall, all of his hate boiling up inside of him. He turned back to her, only to see that she was studying him. How dare she, look at him like a science experiment. His eyes flashed a blood red, emitting a frightening glow, but quickly switched back to normal. He shook his head confusedly and suddenly looked drowsy. "Actually," he said, slurring his words, "I'll go back...to bed..."
He stumbled into hi room and crashed on his bed, already asleep, leaving the door wide open, where a startled Ivria stood.
@Venomarrah
Well, this man was certainly intriguing. With the manners of a gentleman, and the voice of a prince, he was very kind. "Ah, I believe we haven't met...it's a shame we hadn't met earlier! Would you care to come to the dinner hall with me? I'm meeting someone who may be my 'Personal Butler,' or whatever that is," Ammie said with a blank look in her eyes... she felt that something was wrong, but at the same time, everything was so perfect. Why should she worry? "Well, would you? It would be my honor."
@Pom Pom Express
Elena Stone, Dining Area.
Elena quietly sipped from the wine glass and was hit with a wave of giddy happiness and the urge to *cough cough you know* with someone, but it passed quickly. So, this was what being drunk felt like; she enjoyed it. Maybe she would drink more often. She opened her mouth to speak, but found that her words were slurred a bit. "Tshoo," she began but stopped to clear her throat. "So," she repeated, "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be on duty?" she said teasingly. She knew that Ricardo didn't listen to anyone, but she was still the owner; she could poke at him and get away with it.
@~Juvenile~Orion~
Icarus Stronghold, 5th floor.
"Ivria," Icarus said. "Those--those twins MUST stop running. They're giving me a headache. Well, a worse one anyways." He glared down the hall, all of his hate boiling up inside of him. He turned back to her, only to see that she was studying him. How dare she, look at him like a science experiment. His eyes flashed a blood red, emitting a frightening glow, but quickly switched back to normal. He shook his head confusedly and suddenly looked drowsy. "Actually," he said, slurring his words, "I'll go back...to bed..."
He stumbled into hi room and crashed on his bed, already asleep, leaving the door wide open, where a startled Ivria stood.
@Venomarrah