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The Crown Game ♛
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Crown Game ♛A moment later, you received a message of a IP address, in the middle of no where, and a letter.
[Thank You for accepting our invitation!
Now please go to the address above at the designated time, and please bring all of your belongings as well (especially a formall attire). You will be provided with a room with 2 other people :)
We'll gladly await for your arrival..]
The letter was incredibly suspicious, but since you have nothing to lose except for time, you went anyways.
But before you threw the letter away, a small card flew out. You slowly picked it up, it showed a number, you don't know what it is for yet, so you kept it with you along the journey.
DONT POST UNLESS YOU'VE TOLD ME YOUR NUMBER!!
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
He picked up a beautiful elegantly engraved bow and carefully placed it in a knapsack. He put other things too, including his rapier and clothing.
As he walked out his house, he thought of biking there, but instead just walked. The mansion's front gates were huge. Larger than his.
He glanced around and placed a small camera in a bush. He might need it later.
Sheita clenched his fist, and shut down his computer, maybe it was time for him to get his revenge.
He packed things like, his multiple formal outfits, perfume, paper work, and a short knife. He twirled the short dagger within his fingers, before putting it in his inner suit pocket. He looked at his watch, before going to the location shown by the IP address.
Sheita soon arrived at the mansion, it was huge... bigger than his. He scanned at the other people who he presumed got a similar letter as he did.
Before he paid anymore attention at the other guest, he looked at his surroundings once more and narrowed his eyes, why would such a huge high quality mansion be here, in the middle of no where?
It took him a few hours to get here by car, and looking at the others, some didn't seem to take a car here...
She looked at her small bag of clothes. Surely she had something 'formal' in there! She shook the envelope the letter came in, and a slip of paper with the number 4 on it came out. Confused, Irene put the slip of paper in her pocket, as she didn't have a trash can, and wasn't a fan of littering.
Looking inside the bag, she looked through it, and luckily found a black dress. A simple one, though. Eh, it'll work. she thought as she pulled out another bag that she would take with her when she went to the address. She packed a knife she kept at all times, the letter, and a vial of poison. She had collected the poison after an icky incident with some robbers, and they had dropped it. Reading the label, it read, "Botulinum Toxin", known as one of the deadliest poisons to mankind. It was one of her most prized possesions and she never left anywhere without it. The knife, however, she had stolen during the incident with the robbers. It was very sharp, and good for stabbing.
She walked outside of her shack, which was her temporary home for now. Walking to the side of the shack, she pulled out her black bicycle, which was going to be her method of transportation. Ignoring the helmet she seldom used, she slung her bag over her shoulder and rode the bike.
Hours later, she arrived at the destination, which was not what she had expected. Instead of a small mansion, this mansion was HUGE. "To ever think that mansions were big..." she muttered under her breath as she got off her bike.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
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