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"Thanks." Isadora said lowly as she walked through the doorway. Haunting? Was that what all that man-spider snot-snake business was about? calling it a haunting kind of made it seem more like Halloween and a lot less scary. Perhaps the Phantoms might leave everyone alone if someone just gave...

"Oh yeah, I bet. It would have been impossible for me to keep track of time when I was alive if it wasn't for everyone and thing constantly reminding me when and where I needed to be." 'When I was alive', what a odd thing to say. "You see, that was the problem with living. There was always shit...

"Phew, that's a relief. I'll keep my dignity for another day." She said, half jokingly. She never really saw what the big problem with prostitution. If you got it then its yours to sell if that's what you want to do with it. But Isadora really didn't want to sell it. Especially not here. Who...

"I gottcha, keepin it old school." Isadora watched as Darcie collected the wisps, unsure of how they could really be worth anything. Where they used for fuel? Where they for consumption? "You kinda lucked out, getting a job eh? I don't really have much to barter with... except for these,"...

"Some weird-ass hallucination huh?" Isadora kicked a rock on the ground as they walked. "Waking up here, I was under the impression that this was some freaky dream. I've always been a vivid dreamer, partly because of all the damn pain meds I was on before, you know." She made a slashing motion...

"Sweet. Lead the way." Isadora definitely needed a drink. Alcohol had always been a thing of comfort to her in her first life. Whether it be out on the town or laying around in the underwear at home chasing back some beers with her cat Tater Tot... thinking about Tater made her sad. Poor little...

"Isadora." she replied, shaking Darcie's hand. "So that's what all that was about? Phantoms?" Isadora certainly had nearly a hundred questions to ask. Why were there walls? What were Phantoms? Why were they so creepy? If she was dead could she die again in Styx? And if she lost her virginity...

The news that Isadora had died should have shocked her. But it didn't. Half because she still found it hard to believe what was going on was real, and half because she had been fully anticipating her own death the last year and a half of her life. Heck, the last memory she could recall was of...

Isadora watched as the dark haired girl gathered up the flames in bottles. Bottles? So do they drink them? Weird. "Yeah, I guess 'new' is an accurate adjective." She felt the dryness in her throat. "So dumb question, uh, where exactly is here?" But more importantly how the hell did I get here...

The bad dream wasn't ending. Or was it? The creepy man-spider suddenly turned into a small blue flame. Isadora sighed and sat up. What. The. Heck. "Yeah, go for." She motioned towards the flame, unsure of why anyone would even want such a thing. Afterall, what if it suddenly decided to...

Isadora felt a tap on her shoulder. She opened one eye. Nope, still here. Wake up. Wake up. Nothing. She opened her eyes again to see the what was talking to her. A girl that looked about her age stood over her. "Sorry, I'm trying to wake up right now before that giant man-spider comes over...

Isadora awoke to a scream. She sat in a alley way, leaning against a brick wall. Figures blurred past her. She felt dizzy? Sick? Drunk? No, not drunk. Ignoring the pain radiating from her left temple, she tried to focus on her surrounds. There were people, were they people? Well whatever they...

My names is Kat. I am a poet. I haven't been on a rp site in a long time. But I just graduated from college and now have no pesky homeworks.

Name: Isadora Cole Physical Age: 22 Actual Age: 22 First Death: Osteosarcoma, bone cancer. Diagnosed at age 20. Personality: Easy-going, quirky, cute, and socially awkward. She is a lover of jazz and cats, a hater of large crowds and boy bands. In social situations she clings to the...