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Post by clementine on Dec 24, 2010 23:15:23 GMT -5
Jeffrey, being the man that he was, screamed like a little girl. He bolted backwards, only to trip on his own feet and fall on his but. "Get away!" He wailed, not sure why things were moving. Was he going crazy?
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 24, 2010 23:18:16 GMT -5
"Eh, but you told us to show ourselves. Now which is it, boy?" Asked the book, looking thoroughly put out, somehow.
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Post by clementine on Dec 24, 2010 23:20:50 GMT -5
Jeffrey's eyes bugged. "S-sure I did." He replied. "But I didn't think a bunch of books would answer back!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 24, 2010 23:22:55 GMT -5
"I am NOT a book," said the candle stick.
"Nor am I, quite obviously." Sniffed the ottoman.
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Post by clementine on Dec 24, 2010 23:24:55 GMT -5
"Well excuse me for not being particular." Jeffrey wheezed, scooting back some. "Whatever you all are, I'm just going to pretend I'm dreaming and leave now. Okay?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 25, 2010 12:44:37 GMT -5
"Oh yes, it's best you leave now," said the ottoman. "Master will not be pleased."
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Post by clementine on Dec 25, 2010 15:25:38 GMT -5
"Master?" Jeffrey scrambled up hurriedly. No one said there was a person actually living here! Everyone had said it was abandoned and only occupied by ghosts...or in this case a talking ottoman and his friends.
"Please don't tell on me!" He begged, shooting only last glance over his shoulder at the talking items before he sprinted to the exit.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 25, 2010 15:31:53 GMT -5
There was a roar from inside the castle, and the door swung shut, just as Jeffery reached them.
"WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY SOLITUDE?!" Came the guttural, vicious roar as it echoed about the large foyer.
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Post by clementine on Dec 25, 2010 20:12:59 GMT -5
Jeffrey shrieked, his momentum sending him thumping into the now closed doors. He didn't even bother banging on them with his fists, knowing they were mostly likely locked. In a panic, he whirled around, back against the doors as he searched the dark hallway for the source of the roar.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 2, 2011 20:19:54 GMT -5
Dominic emerged from the shadows with a ferocious growl and with a wave of his paw the door slammed shut.
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Post by clementine on Jan 3, 2011 2:20:10 GMT -5
Jeffrey screamed like a little girl. He realized vaguely that he'd somehow ended up on the floor with his arms protectively over his head. "Please don't eat me! I'm sorry!" I wailed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 3, 2011 17:47:03 GMT -5
Outside, the boys, having heard the monstrous roar, fled for home—forsaking their friend.
Dominic considered the boy for a moment, taking in his small, shivering form. This boy was not the one come to free him, just another pleasure seeker out to disprove the legend of the Beast of the Castle. The thought so enraged Dominic that he growled and snatched the boy up from his place on the ground, dragging him towards the dungeons
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Post by clementine on Jan 3, 2011 21:39:53 GMT -5
Jeffrey was proud to say that he didn't wet himself. But he was damn close. He screamed and beg, his body so small in the grip of the beast as he trembled. He was to afraid to fit as he was dragged down into the cold depths of the palace.
Meanwhile, a certain older brother was waiting, wondering where Jeffrey and why he wasn't back yet.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 3, 2011 21:58:28 GMT -5
Back at the village, Thomas, Sven and Rudy began to get nervous as the sun made its path through the sky. It was getting late, close to sunset, and Jeffery hadn’t returned yet.
“You don’t think…” Thomas ventured.
“He should be back by now!” Sven cried, looking ill with worry.
“Not if the Beast’s got him! There ain’t no hope for him then!” Rudy interjected.
“Oh heavens above, his mum’s gonna blame me for this!” Sven said, biting his lip. “I’ll never get to see him again.”
“You’ll never get to see him again if we tell either, the Beast’s probably eaten him already,” Rudy said, quite unhelpfully. Sven just paled. “Still, there’s a chance that if we tell—“
“No, no. Listen, here’s what we’ll do,” Thomas said, pulling the two younger boys into a huddle. “We’ll go home, pretend like this never happened, alright?”
“What?!” Sven cried, yanking away from the boy. “He’s my best friend; I’m not going to pretend like he wasn’t taken by that—that monster up there!”
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Post by clementine on Jan 3, 2011 22:01:12 GMT -5
"Ma!" Adrian called as he grabbed his coat. "I'm going into town to find Jeffrey. You know how he hates missing a meal." At that, Adrian stomped out of the house and up the road, intend on finding his kid brother. Even if it meant knocking together the heads of a few local children.
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