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Post by Old Bella on Jul 19, 2009 23:43:08 GMT -5
Bella was actually bored. She had already finished reading a book, helped Esme clean up the house, cleaned up the cottage, and she spent some time with her daughter, playing one of her silly games. Now, she was sitting on the couch, watching television. Well, she wasn't really watching anything. She continued to flip through the channels as nothing really caught her interest.
Please, she sighed deeply, let something fun happen. An adventure, a disaster, anything. She lay her head on the back of the couch, only closing her eyes because the light was above her.
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Post by Zarah Lykta on Jul 28, 2009 18:04:36 GMT -5
ooc: alright... lets see how this goes...
Zarah was wandering through the forest again. She felt somewhat stupid for it, but it is so pretty out in the forest; she better get used to it. The trees began to thin a bit, and then Zarah was in a small clearing with a small house, no, it was a cottage. She looked it curiously. It looked old, but inhabited. Zarah then realized that it smelled like vampire. 'Damn,' she thought. She really couldn't run from a coven like that and stay in Forks. Zarah decided to go see who was in the cottage.
Through a window, Zarah could see the vampire. A girl; she had semi-long darkish-brown hair. Zarah didn't know much at all about the coven, so she didn't know who this one was. She walked to the door of the cottage, and made some sound so the other vampire would know she was there.
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Post by Old Bella on Jul 28, 2009 20:18:42 GMT -5
Bella had already smelled another vampire nearby, and jumped when she spotted her through the window. When the girl knocked on the door, she turned off the television and walked over. She opened the door just enough to fit her hips between the doorframe and the door itself.
It wasn't every day that a vampire showed up randomly at the cottage. She forced a curious smile, and greeted with a "Hey."
She wasn't sure what else to say, seeing as this stranger was the one who knocked. So, she stood there patiently, awaiting the girl's reply.
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