"The door is locked you know." Ichabod told the man who was standing at the door. "Nobody is in there." He opened the door and walked into the School house. "Well, now I am. My name is Ichabod Crane, I am the School Master. How may I help you kind sir?"
"I must say this is a nice facility you have here" he looked around the school it was very rich but yet still classic looking "Well i must ask you sir, would you mind telling me a bit about this school if ya could ?" he pondered as he asked the question.
Lots of new members and that’s pretty gosh darned cool! That means it’s time for one of my naggy, routine posts. I’ll make it quick.
- welcome new members and reblog their welcome posts when you can! it’s greatly appreciated.
- ai;fam tag is the designated tag for you guys to post in and make nice with one another. ai;new is for welcomes. ai;rp is for the admins to announcements in (like this)
- please utilize the family tag whenever you can, we’re a possey after all.
- working on some really nice stuff for you guys. october’s gonna be pretty hella.
- have a nice day! take care of yourself, okay? thank you.
Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London. A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we’re standing. Must be completely invisible.
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It was impossible, of course it was. There was no way in hell she could have seen … No. Just .. no.
But he looked so much like.. down to the scar. That she’d given him. Her chest felt tight with an irrational amount of fear as she looked over to the Doctor.
"I.. I think I did."
As he saw her face show fear, he knew that wasn’t a good sign whatsoever.It did concern him but they had to be focused at the task at hand.
But it still pestered him to think about it
"Whatever, it was i could definitely see that it did bother ya"
She inhaled deeply, trying to shake the nerves free and shook her head. “I-I’m fine, Doctor.. I just.. I thought I saw—” Surely she couldn’t say someone she thought to be dead? Someone who tortured her for days on end with no mercy or wavering? Someone she despised more than anyone in the world? Someone — the only one — she truly feared?
“Anyway, we should get goin’.”
"I don’t have any objections whatsoever" he said to her as he looked around the place, it definitely wasn’t safe to stick around for few minutes or even seconds."But one question, where should we head exactly ?" he asked "I mean we have many options where we could go, but we have to consider which where we should go" he then added.
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