Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Feb 9, 2009 1:17:29 GMT 2
Cecile Hafner sat on the cold sand of First Beach. Her dark mahogany curls were pulled back into a loose pony tail by a white ribbon. Cecile was wearing faded flare legged jeans and a dark navy henley today. It was odd for her to be wearing something like that, but she wanted to be a little different. Cecile had gotten into a fight with her mother over college options, but Cecile needed a place to escape. The beach with the sun setting on the horizon was the right spot to do just that. For once, Cecile had some relaxation.
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Post by Marcus on Feb 10, 2009 8:05:54 GMT 2
when suddenly a man appeared from out of the trees. this was no ordinary man, for ordinary men did not have white hair that flowed down their backs or features of a forgotten god. this man seemed to float along, his step lighter than any cats.
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Post by Marcus on Feb 10, 2009 8:06:48 GMT 2
he made no noise as he approached but when he was twenty feet away from Cecile he called "hello there".
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Feb 10, 2009 22:14:33 GMT 2
Cecile saw a man appear from the forest. "Who's there?" Cecile was a bit nervous but she hid her emotions well. "Don't come any closer, or you'll pay," she said with venom.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Feb 17, 2009 4:13:54 GMT 2
Cecile had really turned around to see a man with bright red eyes. "Who are you?" I know I'm gonna be killed by going back on my words, but... Cecile thought. "I change my mind. Come here so I can see your face."
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Post by Marcus on Feb 17, 2009 6:23:41 GMT 2
"Do not fear me," The man said in a voice that could convince a bird to go on a date with a snake. He took a couple of steps closer and Cecile gasped as he left the shadows of the forest. his skin had an unhealthy look, like old vellum. His startling skin was stretched across a face that was both catching and made you want to look away.
"I am here to offer you a great honor," HE said, his eyes glinting dazzlingly.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Feb 17, 2009 22:07:10 GMT 2
Cecile did not fear this strange looking man, but she was a bit confused. "Really? What kind of honor?" Cecile asked. She had a feeling it wasn't that honorable, but she was drawn into this man's voice.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Feb 24, 2009 23:05:57 GMT 2
Cecile walked up to the man. Her dark brown eyes met his red, blood-like, eyes. "Answer my question. Please," she said not sweetly or quietly but with a bit of demand to it.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Mar 6, 2009 22:50:08 GMT 2
ooc:// Hello? Marcus?
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Post by Marcus on Mar 20, 2009 2:30:56 GMT 2
lol i'm bak
"All in good time", the man responded. He flashed a set of dazzling white teeth at Cecile. "First I must tell you what the price is. Do you want to hear it?"
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Mar 20, 2009 22:09:34 GMT 2
Cecile was pulled into this man's smile. "What's the price?" Cecile pulled her mahogany curls out of the ribbbon.
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Post by Marcus on Mar 21, 2009 7:51:41 GMT 2
"Your soul," he snarled. then he was gone and Cecile felt something crash into her head. she lost consciousness.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Mar 21, 2009 22:42:04 GMT 2
Cecile felt something hit her head. She gave a startled scream and lost conciousness.
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Cecile Hafner
Fledgling
I Throw Mallets, Not Insults. That's the Life of a Bell Player.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cecile Hafner on Mar 30, 2009 21:12:22 GMT 2
ooc:// ello? Marcus?
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Post by Marcus on Apr 3, 2009 2:36:31 GMT 2
The man almost felt pity for the frail human... but then he remembered that she wasn't going to be weak for long.
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