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Raj nodded solemnly. "I'll be very careful," the little boy said.
Lisbeth turned. "Careful about what?"
"Jackie has a pet rat!" Raj said.
"Really? My cousin had one....." she trailed off.
 
She kneeled to his leavle " He my only friend ever since my sister left me he the only I cold talk to really," she told him, with a frown.
 
Raj held the rat in his hands carefully and peted him. "What's his name?" the little boy asked.
Lisbeth was lost in her reflections. Her cousin Ricky used to have a pet rat. Of course, Ricky was dead now, just like everyone else was. Ricky used to sneak up behind her and put the rat on her head. She smiled at the memories of those times. Those had been the good times.
 
" His name is Cheese," she told him, taking his hand " He likes to be on your shoulder more then in your hands," she told him, with a smile.
 
" he likes you," she told him, I ad him since he was a baby," she told him, looking up at the others then looked back at the boy " Do you like ships?," she asked.
 
Lisbeth sighed. "Let's keep going," she said.
Raj looked disappointed. He let Cheese crawl back onto Jackie's shoulder.
"Come on, Raj," Lisbeth said.
"Okay, I'm coming," Raj said.
"You too, Jackie. We have to keep going."
 
Raj grinned. "Yes, much better!" the six year old clapped his hands and laughed.
Lisbeth watched Jackie and Raj for a moment before turning away quickly. Tears were forming in her eyes.
 
She started to walked " You just like my brother back him my siter well love you she have her own ship," she told him, holding onto her legs " I got my own shop to I'm the captain my husband he well he in the navy," she told him, with a smile.
 
Raj's eyes got really big as he asked, "You're the captian of a ship?"

Darron was farther ahead, and had heard nothing of what Jackie and Raj were talking about. He still held his sister's violin. It puzzled him. She had always kept it with her. Why was it here then?

Lisbeth had not been watching where she put her feet. She steped on a rotten floor board and this time, she fell through the floor. She screamed in surprise and terror and then, she hit the floor of the room below. It was too dark to see anything and she sat right where she landed, silent and frightened. Suddenly, she heard a noise quite close to her.
A voice said, "Hello? Who's there?" it was the voice of a little girl.
 
She nodded " Sure am if we get out of here do you want to see it?," she asked, then stoped " Liz?," she asked, looking around.
 
When Lisbeth had screamed, Darron had turned around quickly to see what was going on. In an instant, he was on his knees by the hole.
"Can you see anything?" Jackie asked.
"No, it's too dark!" replied Darron.

"Yes, it's - it's Lisbeth," Lisbeth said uncertainly.
"Lisbeth?" the voice said.
"Yes, Lisbeth."
The other person gasped. "Lisbeth, it's me, Kate!"
"Kate?" Lisbeth gasped. So she hadn't been killed.
The ten year old ran through the dark and threw herself into Lisbeth's arms. "Are you alright?" Kate asked.
Still rather shaken, Lisbeth said, "I think so, but the others are still up there."
"The others?"
"Yeah, Darron and -"
"Darron? He's here??"
"Yes, why?"
"He's my brother!"
"He is?" Lisbeth was confused.
 
The Spanish Inquisition said:
Writing a story, novel or whatever? Choose a character from it and Roleplay with him/her here!

A few rules:

1. It has to be your own charrie. You can't steal a charrie from something else.
2. Be literate (Lyk no 1337 speech). Or else.
3. You can have multiple charries, just mention if you switch voices.
4. Plot: Charcters from your stories have mysteriously and unexplainedly beent transported to a large room with a banquet table full of food.
5. Introduce your charrie first.
6. Don't ask: just join.


Starting...NOW:

Name: Ivan
Gender: Male
Appearence: Boney. And Grey-haired. His green eyes are sunken into his face. When he smiles (which is rarely), he show cracked and broken yellow teeth. His face is torn with scars and bruises. He is wearing a filthy and torn black suit-coat. The white shirt underneath is brown now. His tie is nothing by a mass of tangled loose strings, and his pants are torn at the knees. He has no shoes.
Possesions/weapons: An unloaded pistol, which he refuses to explain the origin of.

Ivan: What the *bleep* am I doing here? *looks around* Hmm. I seem to be alone for one. Good. No stupid people asking questions. No stupid elves beating me. *limps to banquet table* S'pose no-one'll mind if I take a bite. I'll fight 'em off if they do mind. *takes a slice of pie* This is a strange place. It's set up for a feast, but nobody's here. Not even servants. Probably and elf's trick. This is probably poisoned. *looks at pie* Ah, to heck with it. Don't care if it is poisoned. Perhaps in death I'll be at peace. *shrugs and sits down at the table*
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Name: Pyralis Edana
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Straight Brown hair with orange streaks brown eyes. Skinny about 5'7''. Soft spoken and loving. [in the story she's an elf but I don't think I can do that here....????]Has the power of fire and can read minds/sense.


Pyralis stood alone.
 
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She still holding the little boy " Hm let me see if I got a rope I all ways have something," she told them, looking at her belt to see if she had one "Ah, I do can someone help me?," she asked.
 
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