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Characters: Sam Manson and anyone!
Location: In the plaza.
Time: Evening.
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever format you'd like!
Status: Open like an open thing.
Sam's bangs were dripping into her eyes and it was driving her a little crazy. She hadn't planned on this - obviously it was the work of some ghost, and to be honest? She was getting a little sick of the kidnapping and the brainwashing thing - especially when she was in the middle of trying to get her homework done.
She cupped her hands around her mouth to help her project her voice, posture remarkably defensive. "Hello? Hey!" A pause, and then muttered, to herself: "This place is giving me the creeps."
And, with a frown, she shook some of the water from her hair, grumbling under her breath as she began to inspect the plaza. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.
Location: In the plaza.
Time: Evening.
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever format you'd like!
Status: Open like an open thing.
Sam's bangs were dripping into her eyes and it was driving her a little crazy. She hadn't planned on this - obviously it was the work of some ghost, and to be honest? She was getting a little sick of the kidnapping and the brainwashing thing - especially when she was in the middle of trying to get her homework done.
She cupped her hands around her mouth to help her project her voice, posture remarkably defensive. "Hello? Hey!" A pause, and then muttered, to herself: "This place is giving me the creeps."
And, with a frown, she shook some of the water from her hair, grumbling under her breath as she began to inspect the plaza. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.