Post by Zombie on Jan 14, 2016 8:27:33 GMT -8
Halloween 2007
Dirge: Sometimes I wish I had an unfortunate accident with my eyes. It would be ideal.
Dirge: *Looks to her comrade*
Dirge: If I give you a dagger, will you have at my eyes?
Ichabod: I would be honored.
Ichabod: Do you have a dagger?
Dirge: I might
Dirge: *Hands her comrade a dagger*
Ichabod: *Takes the dagger and studies it a moment*
Dirge: My right eye is my least favorite.
Ichabod: Why is that?
Dirge: It seems a little lazy.
Dirge: *Closes her right eye and taps the lid*
Dirge: But I want to see my misfortune.
Dirge: Perhaps only the one eye.
Ichabod: *Raises the dagger up and levels it with her right eye*
Dirge: Should I count to three or a more unlucky number?
Ichabod: Three is fairly unlucky.
Dirge: *Takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly*
Dirge: Do not hold back on me.
Dirge: One...
Ichabod: *Steadies his hand*
Dirge: Two...
Dirge: Now wait.
Dirge: Remember.
Dirge: The eyeball only.
Ichabod: Gah.
Ichabod: I was ready.
Dirge: Don't get too carried away.
Dirge: *Straightens up*
Dirge: Now.
Dirge: One...
Dirge: Two...
Dirge: Three!
Ichabod: *Plunges the dagger forward into her eyesocket*
Ichabod: *Pulls it out quickly, the eyeball pierced neatly on the blade*
Dirge: *Lets out a scream and covers her right eye socket, blood oozing everywhere*
Ichabod: How did that feel, hm?
Dirge: *Looks at the eyeball with her left eye*
Dirge: I think I felt that. Wait no..
Dirge: No I didn't.
Ichabod: You lie
Ichabod: You screamed.
Dirge: You would scream too. It hurts.
Dirge: *Grabs the dagger from him and shoves it into his left side*
Ichabod: *Screams out in pain and stares at his side*
Dirge: *Pulls it out*
Dirge: There is your misfortune.
Ichabod: You were correct.
Ichabod: It is quite painful.
Dirge: Well. I am going to go find somewhere to die. Shall you come with me?
Ichabod: *Nods a few times*
Ichabod: I should like to die tonight.
Dirge: As should I
Dirge: Sometimes I wish I had an unfortunate accident with my eyes. It would be ideal.
Dirge: *Looks to her comrade*
Dirge: If I give you a dagger, will you have at my eyes?
Ichabod: I would be honored.
Ichabod: Do you have a dagger?
Dirge: I might
Dirge: *Hands her comrade a dagger*
Ichabod: *Takes the dagger and studies it a moment*
Dirge: My right eye is my least favorite.
Ichabod: Why is that?
Dirge: It seems a little lazy.
Dirge: *Closes her right eye and taps the lid*
Dirge: But I want to see my misfortune.
Dirge: Perhaps only the one eye.
Ichabod: *Raises the dagger up and levels it with her right eye*
Dirge: Should I count to three or a more unlucky number?
Ichabod: Three is fairly unlucky.
Dirge: *Takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly*
Dirge: Do not hold back on me.
Dirge: One...
Ichabod: *Steadies his hand*
Dirge: Two...
Dirge: Now wait.
Dirge: Remember.
Dirge: The eyeball only.
Ichabod: Gah.
Ichabod: I was ready.
Dirge: Don't get too carried away.
Dirge: *Straightens up*
Dirge: Now.
Dirge: One...
Dirge: Two...
Dirge: Three!
Ichabod: *Plunges the dagger forward into her eyesocket*
Ichabod: *Pulls it out quickly, the eyeball pierced neatly on the blade*
Dirge: *Lets out a scream and covers her right eye socket, blood oozing everywhere*
Ichabod: How did that feel, hm?
Dirge: *Looks at the eyeball with her left eye*
Dirge: I think I felt that. Wait no..
Dirge: No I didn't.
Ichabod: You lie
Ichabod: You screamed.
Dirge: You would scream too. It hurts.
Dirge: *Grabs the dagger from him and shoves it into his left side*
Ichabod: *Screams out in pain and stares at his side*
Dirge: *Pulls it out*
Dirge: There is your misfortune.
Ichabod: You were correct.
Ichabod: It is quite painful.
Dirge: Well. I am going to go find somewhere to die. Shall you come with me?
Ichabod: *Nods a few times*
Ichabod: I should like to die tonight.
Dirge: As should I