Chapter 3- Failing Stars...
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-------------------------------- 002: B/c
that's when inspiration hits me...
Arisa:
002 why do you always insist on writing at night?
Hannah snickering : Sure... More like when you are sleeping.
Arisa: Hannah!
002: Hey I made you I can unmake you!
Hannah motioning to herself : Do so by all means...I'm sick of waiting for my turn...
Arisa: Um... ; 002fox doesn't own Hollow Trilogy and never will she does own her characters though.. And this plot... And—
002: I think they get it...
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Special Thankies to : xTamikax and Major Lynette
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A campfire glittered about 15 miles off from the Hallow manor deep in the forests by an old wooden tavern. Figures all crowded around it sitting or standing at various distances from the fire. Two figure stood a great deal away from the fire conversing quietly in a smooth strange language that sounded foreign but watching the other figures closer to the fire. The companion farthest from the fire was a bit tall and had a dark green cloak shading his features his shorter companion was donned in a dark red cloak and was only a few steps closer to the fire and kept eyeing the others distrustfully.
"Aye you hear bout the snobbies going off?" A man with a black coarse stubble and rough voice asked nudging his friend in the side slightly as he raised his hands closer to the fire. The fire sparked for a moment and the heat was welcome compared to the cool lingering spring wind.
"You mean them peacocks at the manor on hallow hill?" his friend asked with a drawling accent shaking his long dirty blonde hair.
The two farthest from the fire quieted slightly and the taller one held up a slim pale hand silencing his red cloaked companion in mid sentence. Their actions went unnoticed by the men crowding the fire to hear this strange gossip.
"Be the perfect time to show them they can't get respect around here with money... Besides no one really cares about them pansies right?" A third voice quipped in a light tenor voice giddily.
"Wrong...," the man with the stubble said shaking his dark short hair and hugging his gray poncho closer to himself and leaning conspiringly in, " They've got some little girl from America comin' in to "watch" the house with her lil friend."
The two man snickered delighted at this prospect.
"Poor girls!" The light tenor said midst his snicker, "They come straight out of America only to expect all peoples in England to haves teas and crumpets!"
"Righto Governor!" The dirty blonde curtly nodded and chuckled huskily.
" The girl though, that inheritress... If she disappears...wells wouldn't that be just terrible..." The coarse dark haired man said shrugging and picking up a stick to poke the hot embers with.
The two men exchanged glances.
"Just terrible." The tenor said warily but with a hint of menace in his voice only to be slugged in the shoulder of his blue poncho by the dirty blonde haired man .
"Quiets you!" the blonde chided clicking his tongue disapprovingly but conspicuously meaning to point at the two earlier figures he'd seen lingering far away from the fire.
"What you worried bout?" The tenor exclaimed irritated glancing behind him seeing no one.
"There was... I thought...-" stammered the dirty blonde haired man.
"Never mind it, Will." The coarse man scolded and drew a knife from within his cloak, "We've got other things to discuss."
The dark blonde man nodded warily , "Right Erin."
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R&R plz! Thankies for reading this and plz comment! Starts out slow but it'll get rolling!
002fox.
P.S- My goal is to be at least one of the completed Fanfics here but I need reviews to continue!