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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 5, 2006 20:45:05 GMT -5
You reach the dockmasters house, no one seems to be standing in the building and the gate is open.. going through you see a van off to the left turning and heady off in the distance, a group of 3 people quite a ways in front of you and another gentleman to the right walking towards the group.. you look past them and see the ship... a small chill as you remember the dream.. it appears that the group of 3 are headed to that dock... (ref:) they are about 30 meters ahead of you
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 6, 2006 0:23:04 GMT -5
you glance over at the lone walker in time to see him dissapear
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Post by Porter on Feb 6, 2006 12:04:33 GMT -5
Taking in the surroundings, Erick continues walking to the all too familiar ship. Eight figures. The Snake. The Dark Red Eyes. Images from the dream are brought to from his subconscious.
Erick's thoughts are refocused as the night air whips across the water, bring with the bitter cold with it. Erick attempts his best to deflect the chill by tugging the jacket closed.
Erick's curiosity is raised when he spots those wandering towards the dock. Out for a late night boat ride or something else? Not recognize the faces from his travels, Erick's remains cautious all the same. Keeping pace with the group ahead of him as it appears they both might have the same destination.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 6, 2006 23:21:02 GMT -5
as you walk down the path... you notice 2 people over by the bathrooms.. they appear to be smoking, then you see them look behind them, throw their cigarettes on the ground.. and quickly walk toward the Gate Masters house (with the gate)
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Post by Porter on Feb 7, 2006 2:14:37 GMT -5
Continuing towards the familiar ship, Erick catches a glimpse of the men hastily heading back in the direction of the gates. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder, he doesn't break his stride. The lure of the dreams wouldn't allow him to.
The chill of the night began to leave his body with every step he took towards the dock. The group, who appeared to be two men and a female, ahead had stopped. Waiting near the entrance to dock, they appeared engrossed in a conversation. All the better he thought.
Erick's pace slowed as he neared the entrance, his attention on the ship as water caused it to slightly sway back and forth.
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