Run.

[DRAGON117op 34]

*a note is stuck to each noticeboard across Elysium*








~Run~









*It appears to be written in blood & is not signed*
 

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

-Liam raises a single one if his bushy brows, turning around this way and that in the quiet hall. His voice echoes across the walls in a spine tingling bellow.-

"Whu is di inconsidura' bastard dat tuuk up 'alf di damn board?! Ge' ou' an' take dis stupeed goblin scratch duwn!"

[Uboob ~Taron Geminine~ 14]

*Walks past the notice bored in Oren, Pauses for a moment glancing at the notice*

 

Run?... Run?

 

*Runs as fast as he can home*

 

I'm Running!

[Blundermore 2741]

*Looking at the notice board he stops for a few seconds pausing for a moment...

 

"Eh? Running? Why on Aegis would I do that? Bah, kids these days don't know how to make a good sign it seems..."

 

*Using his walking staff, he turns and continues along paying little heed to the message in question, the sound of a staff tapping cobble and a hum of an inaudible song as he goes.  

 

 

((Unfortunately this is kinda normal and of the norm in this world filled with people buggered in the head all the time, you should try to strive away from the norm of using Bloody and eerie one liners and use something a lot more impacting))

[DRAGON117op 34]

((Oh ... Ok then... :/))

[Lego XBOX 915]

Ishabellya hops along a path, seeing one of these notes. She stares at it intently with her intense crimson eyes, her head leaning in further and further. Suddenly she takes a big lick at the blood letters giggling wildly.

 

"Mmmmmmh~ Tastes like human!"

[Ford 1996]

Ford stifles a laugh as he reads the message written in blood on the noticeboard near the Silverblade Road. His face becomes serious once more and he places a hand on the message, trying to wipe it off. “Hmm…it’s fresh.” he says as some of the blood wipes off on his glove. He takes off his black glove and begins to use it as sort of a rag, smearing the message completely so that it’s unreadable. Ford peruses his glove, but, finally noticing that it’s too bloody to wear, he folds it and stuffs it in his coat pocket. He looks at the message again and realizes that his attempts at cleaning it only made it worse, a large blood stain spanning across the whole message board. “Feck!". He puts his hands in his pockets and begins walking away, whistling a upbeat tune and acting as if nothing happened, his eyes darting around suspiciously.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.