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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Sunday, November 27th / 7:16 PM
Location: Dorm, Common Room, and moving...
Open To: Ozma
Currently Involving: EVC
Erik Valentin Cohen did not like to play games unless he started them. Well, actually, that was a lie. As long as he had something to go off of he enjoyed them, but this was ridiculous. How long has his precious beans been missing? How long had his heart been left with a hole? How long had his soul suffered for his loss? The answer, obviously, was too long. So long, in fact, that he flung himself onto his bed in despair and wrinkled up his nose as he felt a bit of parchment press uncomfortably against his exposed back. Wriggling to push his shirt down and pull the parchment out from beneath him at the same time, Erik Cohen made a rather unusual face and sighed.
"Don't blame you, Laura... whoever you may be. Sly is a good snog," Erik muttered to himself, though he wasn't quite sure how her love doodles had ended up on his bed. That is, until he examined it further (searching for his own name, but still... he was looking more closely, yes?) and realised what these clues were for. The beans were waiting for him, and some sick and twisted character was also waiting. Waiting to see him struggle under pressure. WELL THEY WOULD GET A GOOD SHOW. Erik Cohen was the very best at adventures.
He quickly hopped off the bed, sending his hair flying about in a lazy, frizzy mess. Running down the stairs loudly, he threw his arms up in the air with frustration. WHERE WAS EVERYONE!?
"Who died!? HONESTLY!" Erik shouted, not being particularly sensitive as they WERE in the middle of a war, and waited for anyone to show up. You couldn't hunt for treasure alone. You needed someone to test out traps before you... sacrifices... what not.
Location: Dorm, Common Room, and moving...
Open To: Ozma
Currently Involving: EVC
Erik Valentin Cohen did not like to play games unless he started them. Well, actually, that was a lie. As long as he had something to go off of he enjoyed them, but this was ridiculous. How long has his precious beans been missing? How long had his heart been left with a hole? How long had his soul suffered for his loss? The answer, obviously, was too long. So long, in fact, that he flung himself onto his bed in despair and wrinkled up his nose as he felt a bit of parchment press uncomfortably against his exposed back. Wriggling to push his shirt down and pull the parchment out from beneath him at the same time, Erik Cohen made a rather unusual face and sighed.
"Don't blame you, Laura... whoever you may be. Sly is a good snog," Erik muttered to himself, though he wasn't quite sure how her love doodles had ended up on his bed. That is, until he examined it further (searching for his own name, but still... he was looking more closely, yes?) and realised what these clues were for. The beans were waiting for him, and some sick and twisted character was also waiting. Waiting to see him struggle under pressure. WELL THEY WOULD GET A GOOD SHOW. Erik Cohen was the very best at adventures.
He quickly hopped off the bed, sending his hair flying about in a lazy, frizzy mess. Running down the stairs loudly, he threw his arms up in the air with frustration. WHERE WAS EVERYONE!?
"Who died!? HONESTLY!" Erik shouted, not being particularly sensitive as they WERE in the middle of a war, and waited for anyone to show up. You couldn't hunt for treasure alone. You needed someone to test out traps before you... sacrifices... what not.