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Shanners · 02-10-2019, 12:39 PM

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Originally Posted by emjay

Gunnar's eyes drifted from the odd mirror to the young girl on the floor as she spoke. She didn't seem to pay him much mind, but he could hardly be bothered with that. He often preferred that to overtly friendly anyway as so many people he knew were perpetually bouncing off the walls.

But the idea an alternate reality was admittedly cool and he lifted his eyes to the mirror again as he tried to peer closer. "Maybe," he started thoughtfully, trying to see anything that would confirm that he wasn't just looking at a still painting. Was that a shadow?

"What do you think's going on in there?" Maybe she was sitting there long enough to come up with a theory.

Head tilted, Odaline considered her answer to the question a little more than anyone else probably would. What did she think was going on in there? Well, she thought it was nothing to write home about. But what did she hope it was? A lot of things. Somewhere to hide, where she could try to be someone else. Somewhere to live in a different light and away from the shadows that were her parents.

"The dead are there." She said, looking back at the other boy to gauge his reaction.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by emjay Gunnar's eyes drifted from the odd mirror to the young girl on the floor as she spoke. She didn't seem to pay him much mind, but he could hardly be bothered with that. He often preferred that to overtly friendly anyway as so many people he knew were perpetually bouncing off the walls. But the idea an alternate reality was admittedly cool and he lifted his eyes to the mirror again as he tried to peer closer. "Maybe," he started thoughtfully, trying to see anything that would confirm that he wasn't just looking at a still painting. Was that a shadow? "What do you think's going on in there?" Maybe she was sitting there long enough to come up with a theory. Head tilted, Odaline considered her answer to the question a little more than anyone else probably would. What did she think was going on in there? Well, she thought it was nothing to write home about. But what did she hope it was? A lot of things. Somewhere to hide, where she could try to be someone else. Somewhere to live in a different light and away from the shadows that were her parents. "The dead are there." She said, looking back at the other boy to gauge his reaction. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________