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Post by Lady Kara on Jul 25, 2012 22:00:12 GMT -5
[[[Attention: This RP has officially been deemed a dead one, and should be erased by whatever moderator feels up to the task... it is sad to kill it, but it really needed more than just 2 people involved in order to work.
I might do another RP like this in the future, but not as lamely simple as this one was. I want to do something more epic but in a similar vein (LOL... oh what a pun that was). Or mainly, perhaps the revival of the long-lasting RP that this one was very loosely based on (was called "Yami Jikken Buyuudan", a.k.a. Dark Experiment Saga; an anime-inspired story that I did once over at the forums for Anime League).]]]
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 22, 2012 2:07:59 GMT -5
Terry Raelby woke up in a daze. It took him several moments to realize that the room was not the apartment he had been renting. It took him a full minute to notice the stabbing pain that was in his chest. He clutched at his ribs, finding tightly wrapped bandages where his clothing should have been.
After a moment, he sat upright and examined the room. It was small, white walled with a tiled floor. A bathroom was in the corner, and a television set was supported by a metal arm a little to the left of it. Next to his bed was a small table, the kind usually made for holding food trays, and on it was his coat, vest, neck-tie, and undershirt, as well as the trilby hat his grandfather had left him.
Suddenly feeling under-dressed he forced himself from the bed began to dress himself in the vest and coat.
How did I get here? he wondered as he donned his hat. How was I hurt, and how badly am I hurt? What... what was I doing?
A trickle of fear went down his spine as he hastily began to search for the nurse's call button that was supposed to be near his bed.
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