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Werewolf Lite I


StealthyTyranitar

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A man in full, black clothing walked through the doors of the mansion his face easily seen by any who looked wtih stubble around his jaw going up the side of his cheekbone to meet the edge of his spiky yet slightly unkempt heair whilst he moved around seemngly wandering without a purpose inside looking for something, "[i]hm.. no-one else has arrived yet..?[/i]" he thought to himself calmly as he looked on his own.

ooc: lol its only three lines cause i don't really have anything to build from.. ^^'

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Burnso, wearing a new black suit arrives at the front door of the seamingly mysterious mansion. He examined the outside, about to lick his lips in anticipation. As he slowly comes up to the door, his hair shot up more than usual as if he was feeling a bit scared, or if it was something else that caused his hair to shoot up like that "[i]i'm a bit scared, but i feel quietly confident.[/i]" After reassuring himself he enters the mansion, then slowly looked around to see what the atmosphere was like and to see if anyone else was there too...

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[color=#800080]"Crap, crap, crap, crap." [/color]Panted a very conservitive cladded female as she sprinted out of the car that brought her. She was supposed to have arrived over an hour ago, but the stupid plane was delayed so she ended up having to wait. She opened she wasn't too late. She wore plain white sneakers, a white button up shirt with a black tie, and a blue sweater vest over them both. Her pants her blue jeans that weren't very tight, and allowed her to easily move in them. Her hair was short, and a cherry lollypop was being rolled around in her mouth. When she entered the mansion she was shocked to find only one other man in the house. She instantly began observing him and the house. He was wearing a black suit and seemed to have come in only moments before she did. She couldn't help but be extremely nosey when it came to people, though it did make her come off as very annoying to those who liked their space.[color=#4B0082] "U-um hello there, s-sir. Are you the only one here? I-i'm Winn. It's very nice to meet you."[/color]

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A car was to pull in, but there was no passenger to ride in it. This car was to transport a man, a man who decline this offer despite the long distance. A man who travelled by foot and hitching onto trains. A man who fought the elements and triumphed. A man who stared nature in the eyes and stood over her victorious against the many difficulties he would face. A man who's eyes beckned "Judge me not, lest you be judged." and a face that proclaimed no devil, nor knew no sin. A man who stood at 7' 5" proudly and dominantly. A man who has a quiet nature that is often mistaken for aloofness and emotional detachment. In truth, however, is a kind and compassionate man, though his amnesia has caused him to develop a tough outer persona. A man who carried nothing but a rucksack with him. A man who knew this invitation would not be given to a nobody such as himself. A man who arrived to the manor on time and starred at it. This man was known as Jack Tenner, a martial artist who practised a mix of martial arts. He wore a blue Sambo Gi top with white spandex shorts, blue shin guards and thick grappling gloves, the rest of his possesions resided in his rucksack. He walked inside speaking to no-one and he sat on the floor, awaiting what soon would occur.

[OoC: I can tell some people haven't RPed. Maybe introduce a post limit of four lines, like in the Advanced Clause?]

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Someone parks their car, and walks away. He has no shirt on, and is wearing blue sweat pants. He is about 5'6, and he walks into the Forest. He climbs a tree in the center, and is jumping from branch to branch. He cackles, and jumps off the highest branch of a tree, only to grab onto it. He flips on it, like it's a Gymnast Bar, and at the peak of the swing, lets go. He falls, but grabs a low branch, and swings off. He is a Freerunner, named Jason Southwell.

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[quote name='Kyng of Ice' timestamp='1313275626' post='5440304']
A car was to pull in, but there was no passenger to ride in it. This car was to transport a man, a man who decline this offer despite the long distance. A man who travelled by foot and hitching onto trains. A man who fought the elements and triumphed. A man who stared nature in the eyes and stood over her victorious against the many difficulties he would face. A man who's eyes beckned "Judge me not, lest you be judged." and a face that proclaimed no devil, nor knew no sin. A man who stood at 7' 5" proudly and dominantly. A man who has a quiet nature that is often mistaken for aloofness and emotional detachment. In truth, however, is a kind and compassionate man, though his amnesia has caused him to develop a tough outer persona. A man who carried nothing but a rucksack with him. A man who knew this invitation would not be given to a nobody such as himself. A man who arrived to the manor on time and starred at it. This man was known as Jack Tenner, a martial artist who practised a mix of martial arts. He wore a blue Sambo Gi top with white spandex shorts, blue shin guards and thick grappling gloves, the rest of his possesions resided in his rucksack. He walked inside speaking to no-one and he sat on the floor, awaiting what soon would occur.

[OoC: I can tell some people haven't RPed. Maybe introduce a post limit of four lines, like in the Advanced Clause?]
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(OOC: RP format bro. It's how it was designed. Simply interact with each other like it's a RP...but we aren't writing a book here.)

DK walked in through the front door. "Oi! Such a pretty house!" he exclaimed in complete happiness.

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