Back in the art gallery [EVENT/OPEN]
[Suddenly, Badger woke up, his eyes widened and he sat straight up. He grabbed for his head… what a weird dream that was. Or was it a dream? He didn’t know, and just stood up. The kid looked around.] “The power’s still out… augh.” [He mumbled, starting to wander around the gallery. Good god, the people from the gallery were back. You tapped one’s...
biipolara22hole: chasedownintrovert: [Badger scratched the back of his head.] “Then I don’t want to die in here.” [He replied. He looked around. There was a door. He put his hand on the doorknob, but it didn’t open. He didn’t know what to do. The kid turned his head to the troll.] “What do we do now?” [The big question. What did they do now. How long would it take for the ladies to break...
biipolara22hole: chasedownintrovert: “…There are some times where you do want to be alone in this place, even though it’s pretty horrifying to look at.” [Badger doubted it. Of course you didn’t want to be alone in a place full of living paintings who could kill you. Of course not. You needed someone to rely on when you were about to die.] “…You’d really want to avoid going near the edges,...
“There better be. I don’t want to be alone in this… creepy place…” “…There are some times where you do want to be alone in this place, even though it’s pretty horrifying to look at.” [The troll blinked at the other. By alone, of course he meant staying away from those living exhibits that roam this horror gallery. It would be godawful to lose your life here…] [The hacker ignored the other’s...
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[The whole gallery was stupid. No, the appearance was okay. It was just the concept of this gallery that was stupid. The concept of the rose being your life was the most stupid, especially. But yeah, it could be a lesson of some sort. Like the lesson of “Don’t go into art galleries that feature infamous artists who are also great on the other hand”.] [The hacker suddenly jumped up a bit when he...
Thief [I N T R O/O P E N]
“Okay.” [A young man - around the sixteen - said. His mother had bugged him a lot about some kind of art gallery. Oh, how she wanted him to go there and look around. But Badger didn’t really like art. It was nice and all, but something about it gave him memories about back then. When he used to run a black market, with friends, dressed up as the Black Raven. He missed it. It became part of his...