City of Ashes RP ~~Players Needed~~

Isabella stepped onto the hard concrete floor. They were in a long hall; concrete walls, concrete floor, concrete ceiling, and a metal door at the end. Spider webs covered the walls, and she shuddered a bit. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned spiders to Beatrix... She honestly didn't expect this. She increased the brightness of her glow so that some of the spiders, if there were any, would go away from the light. She glanced at Beatrix anxiously, hoping she didn't freak.

((Sorry, Beatrix... :p ))
 
((NOOOO!!! And just as I get on, too...
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(I know, right?)

Isabella stepped onto the hard concrete floor. They were in a long hall; concrete walls, concrete floor, concrete ceiling, and a metal door at the end. Spider webs covered the walls, and she shuddered a bit. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned spiders to Beatrix... She honestly didn't expect this. She increased the brightness of her glow so that some of the spiders, if there were any, would go away from the light. She glanced at Beatrix anxiously, hoping she didn't freak.

((Sorry, Beatrix...
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))
Garret soon joined them on the concrete floor and looked around, ignoring the webs for the moment.

(BEATRIX: [Content unsuitable for BYC])

Beatrix closed her eyes, muttered something that sounded like a short prayer, opened them again and started walking toward the door.

The quiet words, “Spiders. Why spiders? It could have been snakes. It could have been crocodiles. It could have been spinning tops of death for all I care. But no. It had to be spiders,” echoed in the empty space.
 
(I know, right?)


(BEATRIX: [Content unsuitable for BYC])

Beatrix closed her eyes, muttered something that sounded like a short prayer, opened them again and started walking toward the door.

The quiet words, “Spiders. Why spiders? It could have been snakes. It could have been crocodiles. It could have been spinning tops of death for all I care. But no. It had to be spiders,” echoed in the empty space.

Beatrix glanced at the walls. Please, please, please, don't let anything crawl on me. Plea – Dear God, did something move? No. Breathe. Stop giving me that look, Isabella. Like I'm going to explode. Don't blame me if I'm stressed about hairy, eight-legged monsters. It's called arachnophobia. I'm sure you have plenty of stupid phobias. All of you. Holy – oh, that's a shadow. She was at the door. There was a web on the knob.

"Is this really necessary?" she asked almost inaudibly. She turned to the others, "Ready?" And don't you dare say you'll get the door. Don't you dare. I can handle it. No pun intended.
 
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