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Let's do it! I called Inu, he's in.

At least to finish this adventure, i say we should. I'll get inuyasha in.

then should we post to do so?

[quote name='Inuyasha Fandom' date='14 December 2010 - 10:44 PM' timestamp='1292384670' post='702764'] 500 dollars later my car is fixed! [/quote] Dude. That PT Cruiser of yours is awesome! besides, that little thing shouldn't have been out in that kind of brutal weather in the first place. Edit: My Ford f-150 can whoop your PT.

we so need to bring this back...

Rose quickly unfastened herself from the back of the vehicle, And landed on the ground, ready for action. She weilded the metal pipe in her hand, and she darted around the side of the 'car' to face the bear. She moved with startling speed, and brought her pipe up to smack the bear away. The bear, however, was faster. It saw her and raised its deadly paw to rip her to shreds.But, the bear had obviously never encountered an android. The bear swung its mighty paw, and Rose raised her pipe up, blocking the bear's terrifying and much more deadly strength. The pipe bent under the sheer force, though the creature was fast. It brought down its other paw, breaking the pipe, causing Rose to barely dodge it. "It's fast..." she commented, and threw one of the peices through its paw, skewering it. The beast roared, and came charging after her. "Perhaps not the best maneuver..." Rose was swung at again, this time the bear sending her flying into the side of the vehicle. Rose's vision became filled with static, as her visual center in her A.I. brain was rattled. She slumped over, her vision clearing. Looking up, she rolled to the side as the bear roared and swung again.

And I want a chainsaw for Rose.... XD

Rose placed a delicate looking foot upon the dead earth, grass, and weeds. In the distance, a great oak tree reached up as if to claw it's way to the sky, in the hopes of a salvation that never comes. Rose sighed, thinking of the last time she had seen that tree. Once, it had been a lush area of shade, now it was a decayed, dried out husk. Mankind had itself had ultimately been the architect of its own demise. It was something Rose caould comprehend, just barely. Her base emotions and a lack of being able to feel nostalgic was probably her saving grace at the moment. "Mister Whish?" She spoke, her soft voice reaching him as he readied his weapon. "Will that be neccessary? Will any of our weapons be?" Kenzie sighed. "I appreiciate your formality, Rose, but it's not needed. Call me Kenzie." "As you wish, Kenzie. But, please, answer the question I posed." Rose looked up at him expectantly, and he sighed. "Pushy little lady, aren't you? If you have to know, the answer will more than likely be yes. It's dangerous up here." "I was under the impression you had no recollection of what was up here." She continued. "Have some of your memories returned?" "If only. I think... I think its my memories whispering to me... warning me." "Ah, I see. " Rose looked down at her feet, it was apparent that something bothered him, though she wasn't going to be rude and pry. Below her feet, there was a vibration, and looking at the goup, they could feel it too. To their right, a rock formation slid to reveal an elevator hatch rising, bringing up an archaeic monstrousity of a vehicle. It wasn't all that large, though judging from the size, it coult fit the party in with it, though it would be rather cramped, and space would be non existant with the gear. Kenzie moved over to it, jingling a small metal object with a rather large amount of obscene keychains. He jumped in, and with a voracious roar, Kenize moved the vehicle over to all of the gear. "Dunp the stuff, and climb on. It'll get us that much farther out, before we have to dump it because of no fuel." Rose nodded, and climbed aboard, clinging onto the side as so the humans would at least have a chance at being seated. "Please, hand me the gear. I will help in securing it into the bed of this... contraption." One by one, the team members all handed her their things, ands she hastily organized their things and then secured it in the back of the automobile. She then secured herself, though allowed herself to keep her arms free. Next to her was a large, metallic pipe, which she intended to use as a javelin incase of it being needed to.

well.... i have several votes. so i'll post now, and "I'll bring the car around, Miss Kaia."

since it was my idea, i favor it. until people agree, then i'll hold off on posting...

Well, we could use both. If not, i like the vehicle. Rose probably couldn't be supported by a horse due to her weight.

Name: Tahlia Rells Age: 16 at time of death, 7 years have passed since. Race: Shikabane Human Appearence: Appearing exactly as she did in life, Tahlia stands in at 5'4" and weighs in at 120 lbs. She is cold to the touch, and is surrounded by a faint scent of stale, stagnated decay. Usually, she wears perfume to hide it, but for those who have extrordinary senses of smell, it is still there. Wearing a Japanese high school uniform seems to be her usual attire, with accents of black. She wears typical penny loafers and ruffled socks. Her long, auburn hair is tied back into a braided ponytail, and her eyes are a deep green. Second Form Appearence: Her muscle structure becomes much more lithe, and her nails extend into black claws. Her teeth become jagged and pointed, and her eyes glow like green coals. However, it is extremely rare for her to take this form, and only when she has been using her curse for some time. Weapons: She weilds a semi-automatic Uzi machine gun, as well as several daggers she keeps tucked in a garter on her left leg. Curse: Her unusual power, her curse, is ironically what keeps her from slaughtering innocent people as shikabane usually do. Her curse is against that of all shikabane, the reason for her death. Her curse runs along the lines of drawing almost infinite power from the void of death in order to kill Shikabane and others who kill humans. This ability extends to her firearms, as she is able to fire them with out actually touching them. Personality: Despite her rather brash nature, she's cold and withdrawn when around other living people. She used to be on her own, though no one sees her leaving anytime soon. Driven by the desire for revenge on those who killed her and her family, she's often seemingly filled with a deep heartache. Not knowing just how long she has until becoming just another shikabane weighs heavily on her. History: Tahlia was once just a normal teenager, who liked boys, anime, and ice cream. She was top in her class, always with good grades and a happy family. She lived in Kyoto, Japan, and helped her family take care of a temple of great historical significance. Her life was was happy, carefree, and innocent, until the day she and her family were killed in a fire. However, it wasn't the fire that killed her or her family, but a mass of powerful shikabane. They had barged in, and slaughtered her little brother before their parents could do anything, and they too were killed. Her sisters were dragged away, and Tahlia could hear their screams. Tahlia hid in a closet, but unfortunately, she was found. She begged and pleaded for her life, though to no avail. Her arms, then her legs, and finally her chest, they were ripped from her still living body. It was as she lie dying in a pool of her own blood that she saw through hazy vision the remains of her family and home ablaze. Her vision grew dark as she thought of how she couldn't protect them, a feirce anger rising in what remained of her heart. It was later that night she rose as again, her body intact, and her heart filled with the rage of being uable to protect her family. Since that night, she has wandered the world, slaying monsters, all the while being a monster. She is the killer of immortals, and the dark savior of mortals, unable to find rest until she has killed those who killed her.

As promised, I've been ***** smacked. Name: Rose Age: Unknown, predates the fallout. Gender: Designed to appear female Job: Being a mechanical, life-sized doll, she has been assigned the task of being the caretaker of the children born in the bunker. But, despite her claims that she was merely a child's toy before the fallout, her strength seems to be far more than it should be to just be a doll. Unwittingly, she demonstrates this when used as a sparing partner for those in the bunker. But, she seems clueless as to this other side, merely doing as she is asked. Her ability as a calculator of mathmatics and strategy is also quite handy. There are many theories because of these qualities as to just what exactly she was originally intended to be used for. Appearence: Rose is emblazoned with the symbol that bears her name, it appearing as a brooch attached to the tie upon her deep crimson victorian style dress. The beautifule lace and ruffles that once adorned her dress are ragged and torn, as are her pantyhose and the false skin on her right arm and leg. Dull, cold metal can be seen under the ripped pseudo-flesh.Her flowing blonde ringlets hang loosely about her form, and her bangs cover her shattered right eye. The deep hole in her pretty face houses a glowing red dot, the truth of her mechanical origins. On her feet are worn mary-kay style shoes and ruffled socks. But, because there is a lack of ability to repair her fully, she remains in this condition. Despite this, she is always welcome among the children and they willfully enjoy her company. Rose stands in at four and a half feet feet tall, and weighs about 380 pounds. Personality: Quiet, reserved, and poised, she always seems to have a smile on her face, trying to raise the spirits of those around her. Her voice rings out like that of a child in pitch, though her wisdom (or is it experience? No one can tell the difference.) seems to be far beyond that of a simple child's toy. Around the children, she's seen as fragile, though by the adults she's seen as an almost indestructable guardian and work horse. Many, even still, are particularly fond of her, they haqving known her themselves as children. Through all of this, she never complains about her tasks assigned to her. Weapons: Being an android of sorts, her bare strength is all that need suffice. However, when present with a makeshift weapon, she's nearly unstoppable. Snippet: "Rose, come and play with us!" said a little girl with bright red hair. "Of course, Annie. What would you like to play today?" Rose smiled broadly, cocking her head at the small child. Rose was only half a head taller than she, though the little girl paid no heed to this. Rose turned her head as several of the other children were coming over now. "No, Rose should play with us! She'll be great for playing soccer!" Rose smiled, and nodded. "That's a wonderful idea! Annie, would you like to play soccer?" Annie huffed, and shook her head. "No!" Rose's brow furrowed. "What would you like to do, Annie?" Annie crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. "I wanna go see the repairs on the generator. My daddy is working on them." "Raymond? Yes, it's been awhile since I've seen him. That's a truely splendid idea." Rose turned to the other children. "Would you like to go see the generators too? It's quite important, you know." Raising her hand like a teacher, Rose continued on. "The generators are what keeps life going down here, you know that?" One of the little boys nodded. "Yeah, yeah, We know that Rose. But, there's supposed to be a mission to go find some kind of purifier for the outside world." Rose's ice blue eye became strangely distant. "Truely, Micheal? There's a mission? I haven't heard anything of the sort." "Yeah, but the adults would know more about it than I do." Micheal shrugged, "Let's go see the generators. I like watching." The other children agreed, and in the accompanyment of Rose, they set off. Rose walked along quietly, contemplating this new information. The children talked excitedly, though Rose kept thinking to herself. Soon enough, they had arrived at the generators, and watched the workers. Suddenly, a large tank of steam ruptured, and so Rose began to usher the children away. "Look out!" Whirling around, Rose saw the steam tank rocketing at her and the children. Rose threw up her arms in the mere second she had. With a loud, echoing boom, the tank slammed into her, almost lifting her off of her feet. When the steam cleared, Rose was standing there, her hand having punched through the tanks in order to stop it. Picking it up, she tossed it against the other side of the room. With a hollow and resounding thud it collapsed in on itself into a heap of ruined metal. Her first concern was the children. Turning, they were all crying, and Rose knelt to them. "There there, it's alright. Nothing's going to hurt you while I'm around. Hush now, stop crying." Rose's smile assured the children, and soon (Aside from a few snuffles) the children had stopped crying. The adults were rushing over, surrounding the small group. Rose's smile was back, and she was repeatedly thanks for saving the children. Rose simply stated it was her duty as nanny. ------- Later, as Rose was being examined for any damage, there was a knock on the door. Entering into the room was the director of the Bunker, his eyes looking Rose over as she had her insides displayed for the world to see. "Forgive me, sir, it's indecent for you to see me like this." She said, though the older gentleman simply waved off her concerns. "Rose, I hear that you saved the lives of the children today in the accident." "Yes, sir. But, I was only doing as I was told to do." "Indeed." The man paused, as if wondering how to go about saying what he was going to. "Rose, even though you are a wonderful addition to the bunker, and the children adore you. But... I'm assigning you a new task." Rose looked at the man, her diagnostic nearly finished. "I'm only at sixty-four percent function. Are you sure?" "Yes. Even still, you are to go with the people heading out to find the purifier. You'll be an essential tool for them to use. Your immense strength and varios robotic functions allow our people a better chance for survival." "I see." Rose closed her eye. "I hear you and I shall abide by your words. When do we leave?"

Anya walked along the empty aisles, stepping over emo corpses. "I am so not cleaning this up..." she muttered. "Where the hell is Saio?" She aimed her gun at a televisision hanging up and blasted it, sparks raining down. "Sweet! It's like a pinata!" She began figing her gun into various other televisions, happily playing in the devastation. Eventually she came to the foods section, and spotted the mother of all tastiness. Cheese puffs.

OOC: OMG I'm so sorry! Inu had to go to the hospital so I had to take him. [color="#0000FF"] The Drowned Lady looked on from her poolhouse perch, watching the game as it played out. So many people, and only outfor themselves. Many of the players of this game had met fitting ends, she bore no sympathy for them. A rustling sound came to her, and she cocked her head to peer out into the rainy gloom. Approaching her was a horribly batted woman, and from the extent of her wounds, she'd been viciously attacked. Charlotte Hamilton staggered through the gargens, the roses rustling as she brushed against them, unable to remain steady on her feet. A faint emotion came to her then, seeing the bloody mess Charlotte had become. Was it pity? Mercy? Or something she couldn't remember the name of? It had been many years since her death, and her emotions had died with her. Dying with a broken heart had a tendancy to do that, or so she assumed. The Lady's vengeful nature subsided, at least for the moment. Turning where she stood, she looked to the piano, and it rumbled and reverberated with the ghost taking control of it. The warped and decimated black wreck straightened up, its form returning to it's grand and majestic state. The obsidian polish spread across the surface, and the ivory keys brightened, the grime coating them disappearing. It would remain this way, until else the Lady saw fit.[/color] [center][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/mileshaw.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/charlottehamilton.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacquelinemasey.jpg[/IMG][/center] Charlotte stumbled around, not having a single clue where she was going. Ahead of her, the broken shamble of a building loomed. Her eyes widened when she saw the figure pass in front of a broken pane of glass. Charlotte froze, she'd already had an encounter of the ghostly kind... What other nightmares lurked within this terrible place? --------------------------- Miles Shaw had sat down, in order to take in his situation. Horrible, monstrous creatures lurked behind every corner. The spirits here within this mansion were vengul, and he knew all too well that they had every reason to be angry. He'd heard of this manor, and of the tragedy that had taken place here. Many of the people who had died here had once been good people, and then their lives stolen from them all brutally. Many of the spirits he had seen already showed the marks of their deaths. He jerked up, and found he was alone in the second floor hallway, slumped up against the wall. His daughter had vanished, not that he faulted her either. Standing, he took in a deep breath and walked cautiously down the hall, in order to find her. Even if he was to die here in this dark and evil tainted place, he would save his little girl. Then, and only then, would it be possible for him to try to repent for all his crimes against her and her mother. Anna... how sweet of a woman she had been, and forced to do all those things because he couldn't hold a job because of his alchohol abuse. "Diana... Please hold on, I'll save you... Daddy's coming...Daddy will save you..." A single, sorrowed tear feel down his face, fear of being unable to help her and failing her once again far too much for him to comprehend at the moment. To his ears, came a beautiful melody, and one played on a piano. It seemed ominous, as the selection being played was one of infamy, being it was Moonlight Sonata. He followed the music, and came to a broken stairwell, the stairs had long since given away from age. A dim glow lit up the stairs, and they rose to reform. He took a hastened step back, and fell onto his backside. The stairs stopped glowing, and they were as if they had never fallen. The music grew in volume and intensity, calling him. Gingerly placing his foot onto the top stair, he breathed in releif that it didn't collapse under his feet. Perhaps it was foolish, but he ventured down the stairs bravely. Maybe his daughter was playing? [center]------------------------- ][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacquelinemasey.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/truthcard.jpg[/IMG] [i]TRUTH CARD: This card reveals the owner of one character to all players.[/i][/center] Jacqueline brushed her clothes off from the fall, and her stomach lurched on seeing the inspector. She darted for the nearest doorway, and began to vomit profusely. Death here was not pleasant... so many others had died already, and she might be next. She stood, moving away from the others. Her eyes were glazed over, thinking about her demise. The sounds of a piano came to her, and she smiled. Such a beautiful peice.... Maybe it was a beacon of somekind... Maybe... Maybe it was a way to survive! She ran as fast as she could, her high heels breaking and causing her to stumble in the darkness. She fell foreward into the bottom of the starcase leading upwards, knocking her for a loop and breaking her glasses. But this didn't stop her. She ran up the stairs, leaving behind her broken glasses. Nearly blind, she plowed right into someone, and screamed. "Jacqueline! It's just me!" the figure said, and Jacqueline took in a breath and placed her hand over her racing heart. Miles held out his hand, and helped her up. "You hear the piano, too?" "Yes... I thought it might be another rule or safe zone in this game of souls or whatever they called it..." "I doubt it... I think... I think it's Diana... I taught her how to play that song..." Miles looked away from the young woman before him, unable to meet her eyes. "I... it was the only good thing I ever did for her." "Then let's go! Maybe we have a better chance together!" "Agreed, little lady." Together, they opened a nearby massive door leading outside into the rain. Lightning flashed across the sky, revealing rose bush after rose bush. Cautiously, they walked the ancient cobbled path though the thorned flowers, the music seemingly guiding them through the maze like mass of plants. Ahead loomed the ruined poolhouse, where they Lady lied in wait, bekoning the mortals to her. It wasn't long before they spotted Charlotte rooted to the spot in fear of what lied within the desecrated poolhouse. She stared into the dark windows as if she stared into the abyss itself. "Charlotte!" Miles called. "Charlotte!" Turning her head, she seemed to come back to reality. The other two could plainly see she'd been through the ringer, she was baddly beaten, bruised, and battered. Blood stained her tattered clothes, and she seemed distant. "Charlotte!" Jacquelin called, rushing to her. Charlotte's demeanor was changed, she seemed to rock on her feet, swaying with the wind. Suddenly, she fell to her knees, her eyes glassy. Blood loss had taken its toll, as well as the exahustion and fatigue of shock and the brutal attack on her. She slipped away into a peaceful slumber in Jaqueline's arms. [color="#0000FF"] The Lady had watched this, and her eyebrows twitched. [i]How unexpected...And so kind to an opponent...[/i] The piano played its tune again, and she moved to sit at it to await her company...[/color] "There's someone inside there..." Miles said, his attention drawn to the female form sitting at the piano, illuminated only by the random bolts of lightning. As if to cue them inside, a bolt blasted down from the heavens, seemingly a sign of retribution. Grabbing Jaqueline, they picked up Charlotte, and fled into the poolhouse and the music coming from it. On entering, the candelabras lit up with the flames of candles, illuminating the building in it's entirety. They could plainly see a woman who appeared to have just come inside from the pouring rain. There was about a foot of filthy water in the bottom of the pool itself, water dripping into it from the broken sunlights. She sat at the piano in a dress that ruffled slightly as she moved, her black dress clinging tightly to her body. "Miss?" Miles ventured closer, his eyes locked on her backside. "Diana?" [color="#0000FF"]The music didn't stop, though the woman stood and slowly rotated to face them. Miles took a shuddering breath, and Jaqueline slumped to the floor, terrified. The pale, greyish blue skinned woman looked deep into them, unafraid to kill them as she had done so to others so foolish as to enter into her territory. The air around her shimmered like water in a sunlit pond, and she moved to the sleeping Charlotte. Her face was unreadable, though she seemed deep in thought. The water in the pool rippled, and there was an audible splash. [i]"I will not harm you... at least not yet."[/i] she spoke, her voice barely more than a gentle whisper. [i]"I wish to help you save your daughter... A parent should never outlive their child."[/i] She glided over to the two before her now, and stopped mere feet from them. Her hollow, white eyes remained unchanged, though her greyish face turned to Charlotte lying on the poolhouse floor. "Showing such kindness, I cannot help but be merciful for now... I will bestow you with my power to flood the rooms within the mansion, Miles Shaw. And to you, Jaqueline Masey, I can only promise not to take your life as I did Cindy Grey. Continue to show kindness, and I shall not revoke my promise." The Lady moved away from them now, never turning away. She pointed into the mansion, and spoke once more. "[i]Go, now. Take her to the doctor Alicia Mills. She may be able to help Charlotte. Do not make me regret my kindness, or you will pay for it dearly."[/i] [/color] [center][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/waterworks.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/mileshaw.jpg[/IMG][/center]

I'd like to see this guy do something with Soul Caliber. Ivy would be an awesome addition. And Rinoa the Hoa was awesome... far more than the other ladies. I want to see more... MOAR! MUST HAVE MOAR!

Inuyasha Fandom's Random Facts: Contrary to popular belief, most cats are actually lactose intolerant. And feeding your new furry friend a big saucer of milk before leaving to go buy a litter box, will result in returning home to find that everything you own has been wonderfully submerged in kittyâ??s diarrhea.

And we have our second death.... I do hope it was alright that I used Waterworks in conjunction with my death card....

[center] [IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/cindygrey.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/harrietmercer.jpg[/IMG][/center] Harriet gasped, her eyes wide with fear. The other young boy... he'd been crushed... just like that! Falling to her knees, she shivered, thinking how she could be next. Standing next to her was Cindy, who looked on with indifference. Her beauty surely wouldn't be marred, she'd be victorious in all of this, and escape unscathed. Looking down the young gorl, Cindy spoke in her sickly sweet voice, the one she had used on all of her employers.... and now dead husbands. "Stand, child. It doesn't do for a lady to lose herself." Aiding the child up to her feet, Cindy smiled, flashing her winning million dollar smile. "It will be fine." She lied, mostly to reassure the child and to secure Cindy being viewed as a good person. Harriet shuddered, looking at the spreading pool of blood around the other boy. She stood, and moved over to a sofa to sit. Cindy walked away, leaving the child to her thoughts. She ventured out into a corridor, her manicured nails trailing in the dust. Someone had already been through here, there were footprints from high heels left in the dust. Looking down, she could also see that the mildewed carpet was freshly wet, as if water had dripped from the person walking. Her brow furrowed, she ventured through another doorway, and found herself to be in some sort of instrument room.An ancient grand piano sat in the corner, with a multitude of various other instruments. She felt drawn to the piano, it was as if it called for her to look and inspect it. Reaching for the piano, she hit one of the keys, and a horrible noise emerged from it, the piano being horribly tuned. Stepping away, Cindy didn't want to offend her ears anymore with anything from this monstrousity. Turning, She found herself face to face with The Drowned Lady. The appearence of the woman before her caused her to draw in a breath, but found she was unable to scream out of fear. The woman's white eyes bore into Cindy, seemingly staring into her very soul, judging her. Cindy looked over the woman, her eyes darting to take in the sight of the ghastly apparition before her. Was this one of the malevolent spirits spoken of? Cindy drew in her breath with great difficulty, it was as if the air was chokingly thick. [color="#0000FF"] The Drowned Lady glided torwards her prey, merciless and vengeful. She made no attempt to disguise her malice, her fury unbridled. This woman would die now, alone and within the Lady's grasp.[i] "So beautiful..." [/i]She breathed, gently rasping, her solid form and fine curves far too convincing to be an illusion. The Lady moved to reach down and touch the cowering woman, and she smiled. [i]"You will die here..." [/i]she said, carressing the woman's cheek.[/color] [center] [IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/cindygrey.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/waterworks.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/death.jpg[/IMG][/center] Cindy screamed, and batted away the woman's icy touch. Scrambling to her feet, she bolted for the door, and managed to pry it open. She ran down the hall, looking over her shoulder to see the woman slowly following her. "Help me! Someone please help me!" Cindy screamed, running with all of her power into the main foyer. The other guests stared at her, and Harriet looked up from her quiet daze. "What's wrong?" "A monster!" Cindy screamed, turning to look around over her shoulder. She screamed again, the woman was there, in the doorway. Taking off again, ran as fast as she could through the doorway on the other side of the room. At the end of the hallway she found herself in, she opened the door to find a washroom. Slaming the door behind her, she sat down on the floor, amid the broken glass of the mirror and shattered porceilin of the toilet. She sobbed, crying into her skirt. A rattleing sound jerked her attention upwards, to the rusted showerhead above the tub. It shook violently, and began to erupt with water, sending the showerhead itself rocketing into the tub. The smell of chlorine filled the room as filthy water blasted into the room. Screaming again, Cindy desperately tried to open the door, if only to find it wouldn't budge. Turning around, tears streaming down her face, she could see now that more water was beginning to gurgle up from the sink and the shattered toilet. Dirty water leaked down the walls, covering the tiles in a slimy coating. "Please... I don't want to die...." She sobbed. [color="#4169E1"][i]"Then you should never have been born."[/i] [/color]came the Drowned Lady's reply. The water was quickly rising, flodding up abover Cindy's waist, then her neck, and then her head. She held her breath in the murky water, the sight of the Drowned Lady the last thing she saw. After what seemed to be an eternity, she could no longer hold her breath. Gasping in the water, she choked, her vision blurring as she breathed in the water. Her body drifted to the floor, and so thus was the end of Cindy Grey.

Aw... that sucks. I was looking foreward to RPing with you.

I didn't really have a problem with any of the racism, I thought it made things more interesting. But, I can agree that if people ARE going to be offended, then we can leave out that aspect of the game.

[color="#0000FF"]The Drowned Lady watched from the broken windows of the poolhouse. The rain itself had made the remains of the ceramic tiles in the poolhouse slick, though it was no issue for the Lady. She could hear all too clearly what had been transpiring within the past hour. Her lips parted into a smile as she turned away from the sight of the dilapidated mansion. Her black high heel clad feet brought her to overlook the edge of the pool, and into the black water. It seemed to churn at her will, she never showing any emotion other than her smile. The reminants of her prized piano sat in a heap at the bottom of the deepest section of the pool. It would serve the Drowned Lady well as bait to draw in stragglers... and give unto them a rasping, airless death. Neither child nor adult would be spared. The piano rumbled accordingly, as if to emulate her thoughts as it lifted out of the pool and returned a condion of 'operable.' "Fools...." She spoke. "Fools... All of them. They make such shows of feigned ettiquette, but their eyes are burning with greed." The water in the pool rumbled and surged, swirling about the Drowned Lady. "Vanity will cost them their lives."[/color]

[color="#0000FF"] The Drowned Lady looked through the shattered panes of glass leading into the dark recesses of the Poolhouse. Her stark white eyes peered out into the heavy rain; She snorted, looking at the 'guests' arriving. They were clueless, absolutely clueless. The Drowned Lady showed no emotion, though the foot of stagnant water in the bottom of the pool surged and rippled. The time was drawing closer....[/color] [center][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/evelynnedecoeur.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/madeahall.jpg[/IMG][/center] Evelynne exited her carriage, looking to the mansion. By chance, there had been another carriage beehind hers, and it too came to a stop. Emerging from that carriage was an old woman, who teetered a bit as she walked with the aid of a cane. "Madea? Madea Hall?" Evelynne asked, approaching the motherly looking African-American woman. She looked up, and Madea's eyebrow twitched. "Yes... I am she..." "I'm such a fan of your radio show!" Evelynne said, and hurried over to the woman. "I'm so thrilled to be able to meet you!" "I'm sure you are." Madea snapped. "Everyone is. Now unless you're a servant, leave me be. The likes of you white folk don't do too well for my abilities." The old woman tottered away, leaving Evelynne speechless. "How... how rude!" she said indignatly before following the old woman at a distance.

Forgive me for being stupid.... but how do I post the avatars? I have a post in mind, but I don't know how to do it.

I hope James plays.... I think it would be interesting to see how our site manager plays.... and his ghost seems awesome ^^