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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 15:45:44 GMT -5
Nick picked up her guitar.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 15:47:33 GMT -5
Melanie walked over to him. "I'll take that..." she said. She took Annabeth's guitar from him. "Who are you?" she asked.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 15:52:54 GMT -5
Nick sighed, "I am a person..." he muttered.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 15:55:17 GMT -5
Melanie growled at him. "Your name would be nice..." she snapped.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:01:34 GMT -5
Nick shrugged, "Yes...It would be nice...But you ain't gonna get it..."
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 16:14:12 GMT -5
Melanie growled and looked at the moon. A smile twitched at her lips. "La Mala Hora..." she said.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:31:54 GMT -5
"What?" Nick asked her.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 16:33:00 GMT -5
"The Bad Hour... The hour of death..." Melanie replied.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:33:50 GMT -5
Nick tilted his head slightly.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 16:35:09 GMT -5
Melanie sighed. "If you die... It's your fault..." she said. She gave him back the guitar and walked away.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:40:40 GMT -5
Nick watched her.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 16:42:52 GMT -5
Annabeth locked the doors and dove into her bed. Alecto looked at her. "What is it?" she asked. Annabeth whined and muttered, "La Mala Hora..." Alecto squeaked.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:48:23 GMT -5
Nick looked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 1, 2010 16:52:58 GMT -5
Alecto sighed. "I'm sure we'll be fine... You know... The only reason you're afraid of these things is because you don't have someone to comfort you... A lover in other words..." she said. Annabeth sighed. "So what if you're right! I'm extremely superstitious!" she snapped.
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Post by Amiel on Aug 1, 2010 16:53:59 GMT -5
Nick muttered something.
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