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The door opens, but no one steps through the door. It closes, and a sigh is heard.
"Never gonna get rid of that smell now...." I say, still cloaked. I walk away from the door, and de-cloak, an annoyed look on my face.
Edited by Jester on 12/23/2012 12:13 PM PST
Dacder, my character isn't in arms length, let alone close enough to whisper
I shrug, and say "Well, it was between killing the one or going around a whole pack of them. I'm good, but when it's a tight space filled with Infected, I'd rather not run the risk of getting Infected."
I jump off of Jason's shoulders heading towards the door. I'm restless and want to spend some time outside.
EDIT: OOC: Ya'll over in DA happy now? *continues to grumble in Kametian*
EDIT2: blood ....... death ....... destruction ......... must resist urge to electronically rain them upon Dac ..........
Edited by TheLostMorph on 12/23/2012 5:49 PM PST
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