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Larra and Ring - Part 3 of 5 Larra Kowalska would have thought after their brief encounter, her lodger would have opened up and engaged himself in socialising. It had been many years since she had a proper friend. She was nothing more than a Hotspot; one of the dangers that the undeads told the children at night. They were supposed to be kept underground within the Council.Larra and Ring - Part 3 of 5 by ~GreenBlobSmex
She thought she had escaped the Council, that she was free. The truth was they would never leave. Now she was nothing more than a guineapig in a drastic science experiment, and her Englishman was the mad and crazy scientist prodding her and pulling her strings and every time he did something she woul


Larra and Ring - Part 2 of 5 Larra Kowalska expected to find herself kicking out the estranged Englishman within the week, but surprised herself when she began finding an emotional attachment to him, intrigued by his mannerisms and so very curious about his bright intellect. Having a spent a good two weeks with him, her curiosity invested in him only increased as he spent a good deal of his time in his bedroom, working. Working on what, however, was a mystery that she planned to uncover in all due time.Larra and Ring - Part 2 of 5 by ~GreenBlobSmex
The man, who she had not even a faintest clue of what his name may even be, preferred the solitude and only made conversation when necessary. He rarely left the house an


Sideshow: Reality is a Recipe for Disaster They were fighting. Again. It was a common occurrence in such a time and place, ever since the you-know-what. Ever since that big, unspeakable time, Alyss and Ring were only able to communicate through means of verbal abuse. It didn't even matter what they were fighting about, the point was they were at it again.Sideshow: Reality is a Recipe for Disaster by ~GreenBlobSmex
Same old routine: a snide remark before noon, and before anyone could stop it their voices screech and boom throughout the whole place. And it was a big place. The others had learnt to keep to themselves; interrupting the row would only make matters worse.
But this time it was different. Alyss' voice was tense, the back of her thro
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