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Actual RP
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*sees salt in the closet and grabs it notices the auditorium door and wonders if Chael went in there. runs over and pounds on door* Chael? are you in there?
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*Seeing that they have both vanished I run to the nearest room and lock myself inside.*
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*forms a half circle of salt from one side of the doors to the other side before sitting down inside it with the salt leaning against the door with my cell phone on for light* Chael? Where are you?
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*remembers that Chael has his phone so i grab mine and call him praying that he will pick up*
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*I can hear a pipe burst in the auditorium and water comes rushing into the room. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out* “Jillian I ask?” My voice shaking. *The water level rises*
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*I hear crying from somewhere in the room* “Hello?”
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Chael? *i hear his voice* are you alright
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“aha, I’m not so good.” You should get away from the door.” *I try to remain calm as the water level rises to my shoulders. I struggle to manage a few more words but the water level is well above my head now. I sink under the water and close my eyes trying not to struggle.*
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what Chael what’s happening? *hears weird noises like water*
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“Knife… Why?”, he asked taking it and studying it.”uhh… Because I feel threatened…”, she said quietly.”Hmh your knife is… Strange…. Threatened? By what?”, he asked again but this time taking out his own flint knife comparing the two.”By being trapped…”, she said grabbin her bleeding arm it was stinging now.”Ahh like a wounded animal that is trapped, yes?”, he asked taking one half of the hand and flipping it amused. “Yeah I guess… Why arnt you trying to kill me like that Raven?”, she asked.”Raven only attack because you have weopan”, he said indicating to her knife.” Still doesn’t answer why your not trying to end my life…”, she said grimly.”Why would I do that?”, he asked hiting her knife and his together amused.”Becouse I trespassed… I think”, she said quietly. “I like your knife it is good knife..how you make suck good knife?”, he asked avoiding her question.”I didn’t make it…”, she said gripping her wound a little tighter to try an lessen the pain.”who make it then?”, he asked.”Butterfly Knifer”, she said recalling the company brand.”I should ask him to make me one”, he said reluctantly.”Why arnt you angry”, she asked.”Becouse I feel like living company is better than dead”, he said holding her knife out to her. She took it slowly.”oh your bleeding…”, he said like he just noticed.
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*I see a small girl in the corner of the room with a pair of siccors.*
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*I sink to the floor and gasp for air but the water rushes into my lungs…* *Suddenly I wake up in my bed.* “What?!?” *I lay back down and stare at the ceiling…* “was it… just a dream?”
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*feels something wet coming out from under the door gasps and tries to get away*
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*was too late and water breaks open the door slamming me into the wall*
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“Hmm Ok time to go…”, the Indian said before taking his knife and slashing her throat. She woke up screaming on the bench.
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