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Post by Emily! on Feb 28, 2012 7:34:15 GMT -8
Room 200 is an average-sized, two person room.
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Post by Andrew Weaver on Mar 2, 2012 18:12:59 GMT -8
Weaver sighed as he opened the door to his room and sat down on his bed. He removed his mask and tossed it in a corner of a room. He reached into his pockets and removed the numerous knives hidden within them. After carefully arranging them on his nightstand, Weaver decided to lie down on his bed. He rubbed his eyes sleepily.
That should do the trick. Tonight will be the night unless something goes amiss. Finally, I'll see what the hero can do.
The thought of the possibility of bloodshed excited Weaver. He wanted to be well rested for the night. Sleep overcame him.
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Post by Andrew Weaver on Mar 3, 2012 22:12:57 GMT -8
Weaver stared at his reflection in the mirror. His dark, calculating eyes gleamed in the glow of the small desk lamp that illuminated the room. Behind his mask, he smiled ever so slightly. The soft, black cloth of his hooded jacket concealed the rest of his head. Gloved hands effortlessly twirled two knives and little specks of light flickered around the room as the metal reflected the yellow-orange rays.
Now we will see who is stronger.
Deftly, Weaver pocketed the knives. He extinguished the light and opened the door. For a second he hesitated. From the room, his black silhouette stood in stark contrast to the lit hallway. Quiet as a shadow, Weaver slipped off to hunt his prey.
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