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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 10, 2015 2:25:47 GMT
Valerie waited patiently.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 10, 2015 3:14:54 GMT
Clair walked in carefully, clutching a book to her chest. It was her favorite, and she never went anywhere without it.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 10, 2015 15:42:54 GMT
Valerie smiled. "Hello. I'm Valerie," she said. "Please sit."
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 11, 2015 3:40:41 GMT
She did as she was told.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 12, 2015 0:02:38 GMT
Valerie offered a friendly smile as she handed Clair a small glass filled with a blue liquid. "Drink this."
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 12, 2015 0:24:27 GMT
She looked at the liquid for a moment, thinking of which chemicals could make it blue. Then, deciding that whatever they put in there, it must be safe (they didn't want to kill off their entire population- besides, millions of people had taken the test and lived), she drank it.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 12, 2015 1:47:50 GMT
The room and Valerie faded away and Clair appeared in a room full of mirrors.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 12, 2015 3:16:35 GMT
She stood and went to look around. There were no doors, windows, or vents, so how had she gotten in there? She knocked on a mirror, but there must have been a wall or behind it, for it sounded perfectly normal. She frowned, deep in thought. Where was she? Either there were thick walls or she was far from the other people, because she couldn't hear any noise. In fact, it was completely silent. Huh.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 12, 2015 23:57:12 GMT
The chair she had been sitting in disappeared and two platters appeared in it's place. "Choose," whispered a cold, female voice.
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 14, 2015 0:46:42 GMT
She turned and looked at the platters. Cheese and a knife. Were they implying that there would be something dangerous coming soon or something she owuld have to kill? Or were they suggesting that she needed to feed someone or that there would be a shortage of food and she would have to gather all that she could? What did these objects symbolize? Clair wasn't sure, but she knew how to find out. Looking up, where she assumed the voice had come from (the walls were to thick, and she would've seen a hidden speaker against the shiny glass mirror), she asked, "Why?"
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 14, 2015 1:36:08 GMT
"Choose," came the reply, seemingly coming from nowhere but everywhere
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 14, 2015 6:11:40 GMT
She frowned. It seemed as if the voice was surrounding her, yet there was no source. But that was impossible. And the voice was too clear to be coming from the room above. So where was it coming from? "Why?" she repeated, less sure of herself this time.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 14, 2015 15:38:39 GMT
The platters and their contents disappeared suddenly. A couple yards away appeared a large, fierce looking dog. It stalked toward her, growling and baring it's teeth
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Post by nightwhisper on Feb 15, 2015 22:34:58 GMT
She immediately began mentally scrolling through what she knew on dogs. Looking them in the eye was BAD; they saw it as a challenge. She looked down, trying to appear submissive. Wanting to appear as if she were giving in, she knelt down to the ground, her head drooping.
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Post by spottedleaf on Feb 16, 2015 0:23:31 GMT
The dog stood over her and sniffed her curiously. It lifted it's head proudly, standing completely still, observing Clair
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