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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2008, 06:31 PM (83 Views) | |
| Robin Shou | Mar 11 2008, 06:31 PM Post #1 |
I am not your Friend...
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After the apple had been cut in half, the halves had been sewn together with coarse black thread. Ten bold stitches were uniformly spaced. Each knot had been tied with a surgeon's precision. The variety of apple, a red delicious, might have significance. Considering that these messages had been delivered in the form of objects and images, never in words, every detail might refine the sender's meaning, as adjectives and punctuation refined prose. More likely, however, this apple had been selected because it wasn't ripe. Softer flesh would have crumbled even if the needle had been used with care and if each stitch had been gently cinched. Awaiting further examination, the apple stood on the desk inside a study Robin Shou used as a base for his dueling studies. The black box in which the apple had been packed also stood on the desk, bristling with shredded black tissue paper. The box had already yielded what clues it contained: none. Here in the west wing of the Crimson Wind Library, this area of the library ground's was comprised of this study, a bathroom, and small computer used for deck references. Tall French windows provided a clear view of nothing real. With a digital camera, he had photographed the black box before opening it. He had also taken shots of the red delicious apple from three angles. He assumed that the apple had been sliced open in order to allow for the insertion of an object into the core. He was reluctant to snip the stitches and to take a look at what might lie within. "This bores me, there has to be someone, of my caliber in this school. Where to find them. Ah, that will be the fun part." Robin packed the apple into the box and carefully placed it under his arm gently. "Onward we go,.....to the yellow brick road." With that said Robin was gone just as mysteriously as his arrival. (Ooc: To Unknown as of now.) Edited by Robin Shou, Mar 12 2008, 11:24 PM.
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| Robin Shou | Jul 30 2008, 11:07 PM Post #2 |
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I am not your Friend...
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The Library, it's hollowed walls hell man secret within it's confines. Robin approached the doors and entered slowly, the cringe of hinges gave evidence that the library hadn't been used not nearly once or twice since his leave. " This place...it's holds so many memories, some of which I'd rather not recall." Robin turned around and made his way back to the archway of the library entrance. "I guess there isn't any hear to greet my return...that's not all that surprising..." Robin sat down on the steps as he lit a single cig and wandered where all his friends had ran off to. "Ienzo's probably fotten alot better in dueling...can't wait to see him." |
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