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Post by Iris on Nov 3, 2010 22:41:01 GMT -5
I sighed softly. "My film is ruined." My reply was simple enough, yet it still gave the distinct impression that I never would do something like that. Breathing in deeply, I caught the lingering smell of cinnamon. "And my house smells like cinnamon." Once again, I spoke bluntly enough that it was easy to tell that this wasn't normal. Amalia cleared her that. "I smell bloodsucker, I thought it was just Sorina but....." She trailed off uncertainly.
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Post by Luna on Nov 4, 2010 6:03:51 GMT -5
I was completely alert instantly. Not as if I'd ever let my guard down completely, but now I was preparing for potential danger. "Where from?" I asked her softly.
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Post by Iris on Nov 4, 2010 23:46:58 GMT -5
{Amalia} I tensed, checking the scent again. It wasn't like Sorina's, for one, it had a faint cinnamony tinge to it, it also just smelled darker somehow. "Upstairs. I can't be sure wether or not they're still here..." I spoke my reply softly, just in case whoever it was could hear me.
{Kalista} "If they are still here then we should probably chop their head off." A touch of dry sarcasm tainted my voice. "And if they touch any of my photos they should deserve an extra painful death." Standing, I looked towards the staircase, an annoyed sort of half frown curving my features. "At least we got an hour of normalicy...." I muttered, mostly to myself. Of course, Amalia heard me. "I guess. Though it was a bit strange. I haven't watched a movie or hung out with anyone in ages, mostly because of phsychos like my sister." Shaking my head at her, I walked lightly over to the bottom of the staircase, stepping up several steps. "Time to find out who my burglar is." Amalia smirked and followed.
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Post by Luna on Nov 5, 2010 6:15:10 GMT -5
I followed her soundlessly, possibilities of who it could be flashing through my mind. I knew a lot of psycho vampires - but not many that would choose to invade here, of all places. It sounded vaguely like Lacey, but she was always doing something that directly related back to Lucian... so unless she was trying to kidnap me, which wasn't wise, it wouldn't be her. I frowned, somewhat confused.
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Post by Iris on Nov 5, 2010 10:32:02 GMT -5
When we reached the top of the stairs, Amalia tipped her hot the side, then pointed at my studio. I widened my eyes exaggeratedly and darted softly to the door. On the count of three, I opened my door to reaveal the sillihout of a person at one of the large windows. I cleared my throat. "May I ask what you're doing in my house?"
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