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Torrocca
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Postby Torrocca » Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:48 pm

A faint yelp could be heard upstairs, followed by Alice shouting, "hey, what gives?" A few moments later, a pair of lights, from both Alice's and Ben's flashlights, came storming downstairs. They pointed them around at the others, until they found Mark, and Ben asked him, "hey, Mark, what happened? Why'd the power cut?"
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New Antonalia
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Postby New Antonalia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:53 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:Mark raised both hands dramatically in a joking manner to speak, however as he did, a crackling could be heard throughout the room, instantly after that all the lights in the house immediately snapped over, leaving everyone in total darkness.

Down below in the basement, the cellar double doors were standing wide open, the slide lock was laying on the floor directly in front of the open doors, terribly bent.
The fuse box nearby was completely destroyed.It was broken wide open with all of the wires hanging out onto the floor.

"Holy shit!" Charlie said as he watched the lights in the cabin go out. "I better get in there ASAP." Three minutes later, Charlie was at the door, flashlight shining into the darkness that had enveloped the house. "Hey! Hey! Where are you guys?!" He yelled walking into the house, seeing flashlights in the other room. He closed the door and walked towards the living room. "Hey Mark, what they hell, you everything was in working order."
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Xanama
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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:54 pm

Torrocca wrote:A faint yelp could be heard upstairs, followed by Alice shouting, "hey, what gives?" A few moments later, a pair of lights, from both Alice's and Ben's flashlights, came storming downstairs. They pointed them around at the others, until they found Mark, and Ben asked him, "hey, Mark, what happened? Why'd the power cut?"

Kat grinned and avoided the light, she slowly followed behind alice until she stopped, Kat then spoke into her ear "The madness got you too?" mSHe then dragged her down and joked "Down the rabbit hole Alice."

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Torrocca
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Postby Torrocca » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:03 pm

Xanama wrote:
Torrocca wrote:A faint yelp could be heard upstairs, followed by Alice shouting, "hey, what gives?" A few moments later, a pair of lights, from both Alice's and Ben's flashlights, came storming downstairs. They pointed them around at the others, until they found Mark, and Ben asked him, "hey, Mark, what happened? Why'd the power cut?"

Kat grinned and avoided the light, she slowly followed behind alice until she stopped, Kat then spoke into her ear "The madness got you too?" mSHe then dragged her down and joked "Down the rabbit hole Alice."


"Gah! What's wrong with you?!" Alice responded, wriggling herself free of Kat's grasp and rolling a bit away. She shot to her feet and turned the flashlight to her, glaring slightly.
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They call me Torra, but you can call me... anytime (☞⌐■_■)☞
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NOTICE 1: Anything depicted IC on this nation does NOT reflect my IRL views or values, and is not endorsed by me.
NOTICE 2: Most RP and every OOC post by me prior to 2023 are no longer endorsed nor tolerated by me. I've since put on my adult pants!
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Xanama
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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:09 pm

Torrocca wrote:
Xanama wrote:Kat grinned and avoided the light, she slowly followed behind alice until she stopped, Kat then spoke into her ear "The madness got you too?" mSHe then dragged her down and joked "Down the rabbit hole Alice."


"Gah! What's wrong with you?!" Alice responded, wriggling herself free of Kat's grasp and rolling a bit away. She shot to her feet and turned the flashlight to her, glaring slightly.

"I have a list dear." she laughed "Sorry.." SHe stuck her tongue out and got up, Her eyes were visibly red, she was high on Marijuana, which may explain why she did it

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The Mystery Bard
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:14 pm

Mark called out.
"Okay everyone calm down!Its probably just a fuse, I'll head down to check everything out.Charlie, go close upstairs and get everyone some spare flashlights from the trophy room.Everyone else stay here and stay calm.Ill be right back."
He turned and went trotting back downstairs for the third time tonight.

Outside, a thump could be heard as a shadowy figure in a bulgy fur coat and buckskins crawled up on the very top of the house.
He un-shouldered a scoped rifle from his back and crouched down at the back part of the roof and turned facing the West.
The rifle was a massive Steyr P11, a high calibre hunting rifle, a pair of NVG goggles rested over his eyes.
He say perfectly still, keeping his rifle ready and his eyes glued to the West.

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Postby New Antonalia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:18 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:Mark called out.
"Okay everyone calm down!Its probably just a fuse, I'll head down to check everything out.Charlie, go close upstairs and get everyone some spare flashlights from the trophy room.Everyone else stay here and stay calm.Ill be right back."
He turned and went trotting back downstairs for the third time tonight.

Outside, a thump could be heard as a shadowy figure in a bulgy fur coat and buckskins crawled up on the very top of the house.
He un-shouldered a scoped rifle from his back and crouched down at the back part of the roof and turned facing the West.
The rifle was a massive Steyr P11, a high calibre hunting rifle, a pair of NVG goggles rested over his eyes.
He say perfectly still, keeping his rifle ready and his eyes glued to the West.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Charlie said, hearing a slight thump on the roof. "Wouldn't it be better if we went in groups of two? This is feeling a lot like some B-list horror movie and to survive we need to stick together."
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Torrocca
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Postby Torrocca » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:19 pm

Xanama wrote:
Torrocca wrote:
"Gah! What's wrong with you?!" Alice responded, wriggling herself free of Kat's grasp and rolling a bit away. She shot to her feet and turned the flashlight to her, glaring slightly.

"I have a list dear." she laughed "Sorry.." SHe stuck her tongue out and got up, Her eyes were visibly red, she was high on Marijuana, which may explain why she did it


Alice narrowed her eyes further at her, saying, "you're higher than a bloody kite, girl." She rolled her eyes, made a disgusted, "ugh," sound, and went over to the couch with her flashlight. Ben stayed silent in the corner throughout it all, illuminating the room with his light.
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They call me Torra, but you can call me... anytime (☞⌐■_■)☞
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NOTICE 1: Anything depicted IC on this nation does NOT reflect my IRL views or values, and is not endorsed by me.
NOTICE 2: Most RP and every OOC post by me prior to 2023 are no longer endorsed nor tolerated by me. I've since put on my adult pants!
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ApplePieistan
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Postby ApplePieistan » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:22 pm

New Antonalia wrote:
The Mystery Bard wrote:Mark called out.
"Okay everyone calm down!Its probably just a fuse, I'll head down to check everything out.Charlie, go close upstairs and get everyone some spare flashlights from the trophy room.Everyone else stay here and stay calm.Ill be right back."
He turned and went trotting back downstairs for the third time tonight.

Outside, a thump could be heard as a shadowy figure in a bulgy fur coat and buckskins crawled up on the very top of the house.
He un-shouldered a scoped rifle from his back and crouched down at the back part of the roof and turned facing the West.
The rifle was a massive Steyr P11, a high calibre hunting rifle, a pair of NVG goggles rested over his eyes.
He say perfectly still, keeping his rifle ready and his eyes glued to the West.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Charlie said, hearing a slight thump on the roof. "Wouldn't it be better if we went in groups of two? This is feeling a lot like some B-list horror movie and to survive we need to stick together."

"Yeah, good idea. Me and someone else with a gun will be in one group. I don't want to be the only one in a group with a gun, it's too much pressure. If there really is something here, I don't want to be the only one that can shoot it."

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The Mystery Bard
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:27 pm

Mark turned at the door and said,"Alright, there's a gun cabinet in the game room with everything from twelve gauges to 30-30's,crossbows too.I'll run upstairs where the others are and get it."
He went trotting up the stairs past Alice and Ben.

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Postby New Antonalia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:28 pm

ApplePieistan wrote:
New Antonalia wrote:"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Charlie said, hearing a slight thump on the roof. "Wouldn't it be better if we went in groups of two? This is feeling a lot like some B-list horror movie and to survive we need to stick together."

"Yeah, good idea. Me and someone else with a gun will be in one group. I don't want to be the only one in a group with a gun, it's too much pressure. If there really is something here, I don't want to be the only one that can shoot it."

"Ok, so come with me to the trophy room." Charlie said, heading up the stairs. "After all, you don't know how to kill a man, but I've been trained to do just that." He added mentally as he climbed the stairs, flashlight illuminating the stairwell and parts of the upstairs.
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Postby ApplePieistan » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:29 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:Mark turned at the door and said,"Alright, there's a gun cabinet in the game room with everything from twelve gauges to 30-30's,crossbows too.I'll run upstairs where the others are and get it."
He went trotting up the stairs past Alice and Ben.

"I'll come with." Jimmy adds. "I don't trust you with my rifle."

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Slaveokia
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Postby Slaveokia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:30 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:Mark called out.
"Okay everyone calm down!Its probably just a fuse, I'll head down to check everything out.Charlie, go close upstairs and get everyone some spare flashlights from the trophy room.Everyone else stay here and stay calm.Ill be right back."
He turned and went trotting back downstairs for the third time tonight.

Outside, a thump could be heard as a shadowy figure in a bulgy fur coat and buckskins crawled up on the very top of the house.
He un-shouldered a scoped rifle from his back and crouched down at the back part of the roof and turned facing the West.
The rifle was a massive Steyr P11, a high calibre hunting rifle, a pair of NVG goggles rested over his eyes.
He say perfectly still, keeping his rifle ready and his eyes glued to the West.

Henry was shivering uncontrollably, he felt like he couldn't stop it either.
"I-I'm not a fan of the dark, fix it soon please..." Henry said stuttering a bit. He went upstairs to grab a flashlight and sat back on the couch.

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Xanama
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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:32 pm

Torrocca wrote:
Xanama wrote:"I have a list dear." she laughed "Sorry.." SHe stuck her tongue out and got up, Her eyes were visibly red, she was high on Marijuana, which may explain why she did it


Alice narrowed her eyes further at her, saying, "you're higher than a bloody kite, girl." She rolled her eyes, made a disgusted, "ugh," sound, and went over to the couch with her flashlight. Ben stayed silent in the corner throughout it all, illuminating the room with his light.

"You're correct. I' have mental disorders as well, so can you really blame me for this?" she started waltzing/dancing by herslef before sitting down next to her "You're cutee though, y'know that?"

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Torrocca
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Postby Torrocca » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:35 pm

Xanama wrote:
Torrocca wrote:
Alice narrowed her eyes further at her, saying, "you're higher than a bloody kite, girl." She rolled her eyes, made a disgusted, "ugh," sound, and went over to the couch with her flashlight. Ben stayed silent in the corner throughout it all, illuminating the room with his light.

"You're correct. I' have mental disorders as well, so can you really blame me for this?" she started waltzing/dancing by herslef before sitting down next to her "You're cutee though, y'know that?"


Alice turned to face her whilst scooting to the edge of the couch, saying, "... alright. And? Why do you care if I'm cute or not?" She took a brief pause, then widened her eyes a bit upon coming to the obvious realization and said plainly, "I, uh... don't swing that way, lass. Nope. Nada. Nein. Not at all."
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They call me Torra, but you can call me... anytime (☞⌐■_■)☞
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NOTICE 1: Anything depicted IC on this nation does NOT reflect my IRL views or values, and is not endorsed by me.
NOTICE 2: Most RP and every OOC post by me prior to 2023 are no longer endorsed nor tolerated by me. I've since put on my adult pants!
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The Mystery Bard
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Postby The Mystery Bard » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:51 pm

8:00 P.M.

Everyone was interrupted by a loud frantic knocking at the door.
It was loud and rattled the entire door from the knob to the glass window.
Mark had just returned from downstairs with a flashlight when the banging started, causing him to jump.
He straightened himself immediately however, and walked bravely to the door, he waved his hand behind him, ordering everyone to be ready.
He slowly grabbed the knob, turned it, then jerked the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, broad man with a black fur jacket, buckskin clothing, with a big beard and a large rifle slung over his shoulder.
He gave Mark a hard shove backwards making him stumble and stepped inside the doorway, he then slammed the door hard.
"Who the-?!"Mark started.
The grizzly man un-shouldered his rifle and spoke loudly to the large room of young adults.
His voice was scratchy and low,"Now listen, everyone just calm down and listen to me.Gather around here in a group."
When no one complied he pulled back the blot on the rifle making a sharp chik-chik and snarled out,"I said gather here!Around the sofa!"

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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:57 pm

Torrocca wrote:
Xanama wrote:"You're correct. I' have mental disorders as well, so can you really blame me for this?" she started waltzing/dancing by herslef before sitting down next to her "You're cutee though, y'know that?"


Alice turned to face her whilst scooting to the edge of the couch, saying, "... alright. And? Why do you care if I'm cute or not?" She took a brief pause, then widened her eyes a bit upon coming to the obvious realization and said plainly, "I, uh... don't swing that way, lass. Nope. Nada. Nein. Not at all."

"Well, now you know that if i flirt with you when i'm high, It comes from the heart, but ignore it."
The Mystery Bard wrote:8:00 P.M.

Everyone was interrupted by a loud frantic knocking at the door.
It was loud and rattled the entire door from the knob to the glass window.
Mark had just returned from downstairs with a flashlight when the banging started, causing him to jump.
He straightened himself immediately however, and walked bravely to the door, he waved his hand behind him, ordering everyone to be ready.
He slowly grabbed the knob, turned it, then jerked the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, broad man with a black fur jacket, buckskin clothing, with a big beard and a large rifle slung over his shoulder.
He gave Mark a hard shove backwards making him stumble and stepped inside the doorway, he then slammed the door hard.
"Who the-?!"Mark started.
The grizzly man un-shouldered his rifle and spoke loudly to the large room of young adults.
His voice was scratchy and low,"Now listen, everyone just calm down and listen to me.Gather around here in a group."
When no one complied he pulled back the blot on the rifle making a sharp chik-chik and snarled out,"I said gather here!Around the sofa!"

Kat, already on the sofa, Listened to the man, not afraid on the outside, but on the inside, she was terrified, it reminded her of her Father, standing over her before he beat her

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Torrocca
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Postby Torrocca » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:01 pm

Alice stopped and stared at the man who'd entered the building, quiet and unsure of what he intended. She glanced to Ben, who moved to the sofa on command, oddly unusual for him. This greatly concerned Alice more than necessary.
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They call me Torra, but you can call me... anytime (☞⌐■_■)☞
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NOTICE 1: Anything depicted IC on this nation does NOT reflect my IRL views or values, and is not endorsed by me.
NOTICE 2: Most RP and every OOC post by me prior to 2023 are no longer endorsed nor tolerated by me. I've since put on my adult pants!
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Postby Luft » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:04 pm

"Jerk," Victoria muttered under her breath as her taxi made a u-turn, stranding her in the road so he could get back to the airport quicker. It was dark and she froze as she made her way up the drive. Her grandparent's lodge couldn't be too far away. She couldn't help but wonder if she was left to die. You're being overdramatic. She cautioned herself.

The wind nipped at her legs with each stride. She regretted wearing a dress on the plane, but who was she to know her taxi driver was a con. Least she had a nice jacket and her ugg boots. Her hat and mittens were buried in her travel case which she drug through the snow behind her. Her sports bag rested haphazardly on her shoulder, the strap digging in from the weight. Pulling her hood tight over her head, Victoria walked as fast as she could towards the lights ahead, until they went dark.

"Wait," She called quietly to no one. Passing more vehicles than she had ever seen at her Grandparent's cabin before, she began to doubt she was at the right place. Her body was shivering uncontrollably. Clomping onto the porch, Victoria's fears proved true, but she was too cold to care at this point. Someone had entered the house just before her. She beat frantically on the door and tried the doorbell a few times before beating on it again in quick succession. "H-h-help!" Victoria stuck her hands under her armpits to keep her fingertips warm as her tote hit the ground.

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Postby Slaveokia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:05 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:8:00 P.M.

Everyone was interrupted by a loud frantic knocking at the door.
It was loud and rattled the entire door from the knob to the glass window.
Mark had just returned from downstairs with a flashlight when the banging started, causing him to jump.
He straightened himself immediately however, and walked bravely to the door, he waved his hand behind him, ordering everyone to be ready.
He slowly grabbed the knob, turned it, then jerked the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, broad man with a black fur jacket, buckskin clothing, with a big beard and a large rifle slung over his shoulder.
He gave Mark a hard shove backwards making him stumble and stepped inside the doorway, he then slammed the door hard.
"Who the-?!"Mark started.
The grizzly man un-shouldered his rifle and spoke loudly to the large room of young adults.
His voice was scratchy and low,"Now listen, everyone just calm down and listen to me.Gather around here in a group."
When no one complied he pulled back the blot on the rifle making a sharp chik-chik and snarled out,"I said gather here!Around the sofa!"

Henry complied, he was absolutely terrified. His muscles were tense and he was ready to run if the situation became worse.

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Xanama
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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:06 pm

Luft wrote:"Jerk," Victoria muttered under her breath as her taxi made a u-turn, stranding her in the road so he could get back to the airport quicker. It was dark and she froze as she made her way up the drive. Her grandparent's lodge couldn't be too far away. She couldn't help but wonder if she was left to die. You're being overdramatic. She cautioned herself.

The wind nipped at her legs with each stride. She regretted wearing a dress on the plane, but who was she to know her taxi driver was a con. Least she had a nice jacket and her ugg boots. Her hat and mittens were buried in her travel case which she drug through the snow behind her. Her sports bag rested haphazardly on her shoulder, the strap digging in from the weight. Pulling her hood tight over her head, Victoria walked as fast as she could towards the lights ahead, until they went dark.

"Wait," She called quietly to no one. Passing more vehicles than she had ever seen at her Grandparent's cabin before, she began to doubt she was at the right place. Her body was shivering uncontrollably. Clomping onto the porch, Victoria's fears proved true, but she was too cold to care at this point. Someone had entered the house just before her. She beat frantically on the door and tried the doorbell a few times before beating on it again in quick succession. "H-h-help!" Victoria stuck her hands under her armpits to keep her fingertips warm as her tote hit the ground.

Kat had walked over and let the girl in "Hello.." she grinned "Just come in." she said

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Postby Luft » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:16 pm

"Thank you sooo much!!" Victoria didn't hesitate to stammer into the house with her luggage. The warmth was all too welcoming as she continued to shiver. But as the door shut behind her, she looked awkwardly at the group on the couch and the mountain man holding the gun. "Uh, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not...interrupting...anything? I..." She was at a loss for words, taken back by the sight.

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Postby Xanama » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:19 pm

Luft wrote:"Thank you sooo much!!" Victoria didn't hesitate to stammer into the house with her luggage. The warmth was all too welcoming as she continued to shiver. But as the door shut behind her, she looked awkwardly at the group on the couch and the mountain man holding the gun. "Uh, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not...interrupting...anything? I..." She was at a loss for words, taken back by the sight.

"You aren't but i'd reccomend sitting on the couch so none of us get shot." Kat said, walking over "We can introduce ourselves later."

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Postby New Antonalia » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:26 pm

The Mystery Bard wrote:8:00 P.M.

Everyone was interrupted by a loud frantic knocking at the door.
It was loud and rattled the entire door from the knob to the glass window.
Mark had just returned from downstairs with a flashlight when the banging started, causing him to jump.
He straightened himself immediately however, and walked bravely to the door, he waved his hand behind him, ordering everyone to be ready.
He slowly grabbed the knob, turned it, then jerked the door opened.

Standing there was a tall, broad man with a black fur jacket, buckskin clothing, with a big beard and a large rifle slung over his shoulder.
He gave Mark a hard shove backwards making him stumble and stepped inside the doorway, he then slammed the door hard.
"Who the-?!"Mark started.
The grizzly man un-shouldered his rifle and spoke loudly to the large room of young adults.
His voice was scratchy and low,"Now listen, everyone just calm down and listen to me.Gather around here in a group."
When no one complied he pulled back the blot on the rifle making a sharp chik-chik and snarled out,"I said gather here!Around the sofa!"

Charlie heard the commotion downstairs and ran as quietly to the trophy room as possible. There he immediately ran to the closet gun, the 30-30 lever action rifle and loaded it. "Gotta find some duct tape. Gotta find some duct tape." He said to himself as he rummaged through drawers and dressers, until he knocked over something fragile and it smashed loudly on the floor. "Fuck." He thought as he illuminated the fragments of glass. "I'm fucked now." He thought as he shouldered the rifle waiting for the man downstairs to come upstairs to get him. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck."
A, probably less than successful, model of what a Post Soviet Eastern European nation can be

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Postby Luft » Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:30 pm

"What?!" Victoria took one more horrified look at the man with the gun before reaching back for the door knob. She contemplated bolting out the door but the elements would get her if he didn't. Victoria went pale as a ghost as she cautiously took a seat on the edge of the couch. She glanced with fear at the faces around her. She didn't know any of them.
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