Ring the door bell
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| - | As you ring the bell, the door | + | As you ring the bell, the door swings open as if anticipating your arrival. In the doorway is a middle-aged woman with long, silky black hair, sharp green eyes and sharper black painted nails. |
| - | " | + | "You must be the new kid," her last word fades into what sounds like either apathy or disappointment. She studies you almost aggressively with her eyes, her penetrative glare makes you feel as though she can see through your clothes, your body and right into your soul. You have never felt a chill like this; not even in the last season of the year, when the snow fills your boots and your snot and tears turn to ice. You feel an instinctual urge to run, but you resist it and plant your feet firmly into the ground. |
| - | " | + | Finally, after what feels like minutes of invasive observing, she breaks her gaze, and you almost sigh in relief, "come in," she looks up at the sky, "before it starts to rain." She backs up into the building and holds the door expectantly. |
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| - | + | *[[Dark Nights/Run away|Run away]] | |
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Current revision as of 19:19, 15 September 2016
As you ring the bell, the door swings open as if anticipating your arrival. In the doorway is a middle-aged woman with long, silky black hair, sharp green eyes and sharper black painted nails.
"You must be the new kid," her last word fades into what sounds like either apathy or disappointment. She studies you almost aggressively with her eyes, her penetrative glare makes you feel as though she can see through your clothes, your body and right into your soul. You have never felt a chill like this; not even in the last season of the year, when the snow fills your boots and your snot and tears turn to ice. You feel an instinctual urge to run, but you resist it and plant your feet firmly into the ground.
Finally, after what feels like minutes of invasive observing, she breaks her gaze, and you almost sigh in relief, "come in," she looks up at the sky, "before it starts to rain." She backs up into the building and holds the door expectantly.
