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The RP-Haven Clan List

If you want your clan on the list, please comment with the name, short description, and any requirements of the clan. 

 

Some basic requirements for a clan to be added:

1. Be an RP clan to some extent

2. Must not be in clan probation (Check on the clan page in-game)

3. Has to have at least 2 active members

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A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, Sort of (part 4)

Joe opened his eyes and listened. Something had woken him up but there was a distinct lack of ominous sounding bongs. It was also very dark, not a ghostly glow to be seen anywhere. He felt his way to the end of the bed and slid off.

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Sunday Morning

The sun was shining.

Too bright

The birds sang

Too loud.

The front door opened, 

"MOM!"

Too loud.

"Mom, where are you? I brought Ichiro for you to look after, like we arranged..?

I'm dreaming this... I hope..

 

morgen

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A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, sort of (part 3)

BONG! Joe’s eyes opened. BONG! He sat up. Same bed. BONG! Still fully dressed. Joe sighed.

“Here we go again.” Joe shuffled down the mattress until he was sitting on the end of the bed. He reached into his duster pocket for his cigars and opened the pouch. Candy canes.

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Happy Ending for Aventae

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(Artist: ????) (Music: Gilgul)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Christmas Ghost Story... well, sort of (part 2)

Tucked up in bed, in the hour before lights out and with the big dictionary by her side, Finny began to read. The sights and sounds, and even the smell, of the orphanage faded away as Finny entered and embraced the world of Ebenezer Scrooge and Jacob Marley. Of Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim. When the lights went out fifty-nine minutes later, Finny was thrust reluctantly back in the real world.

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Diametrics.

 

 

“Guhhhh…!”

 

Sunday Morning. Hyle was half asleep, feeling the after effect of another great party. It was the sound of a motor outside and men calling instructions outside that woke her. She wondered what the noise was.

 

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A Christmas Ghost Story... well sort of. (part 1)

Boredom, is not something kids in the New Flagstaff Orphanage generally suffer from. Staff there know that bored kids get into mischief nine times out of ten. So, if you have nothing to do then the staff will find you something, usually involving a scrubbing brush and a pail of water. Consequently, the kids tended not to hang around the orphanage during their free time.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [7]

 

Kirsten paced back and forth.

At the window to Joe’s study she once again pushed the curtain to one side and looked down the street. Nothing. Well, no red Interceptor, just the usual comings and goings of neighbours and the odd tradesman. She went back and sat bolt upright on one of Joe’s chesterfields. For about two minutes, before pacing yet again to the window for another look.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [6]

 

Dwight Frye paused for a moment outside the door of The Ranyhyn Company office. His mind was still full of the image of the wasted form of Miss Berg. He had not actually entered the office since before Hanne got shot. All the while he had been in the building with Fischer he had remained in the cellar. He reached into his pocket and took out the keypad with which he disarmed the security system. He put the key into the lock and turned it. Immediately he became suspicious.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [5]

 

Silja just stood, closer to the door than the bed. One minute went by, then the second minute. Tuki stood and watched her friend, waiting for an emotional reaction which did not appear. She filled the silence with an outline of what treatment they had given Hanne since she was admitted. Still Silja stood motionless emotionless. Tuki’s description tailed off into silence, she paused before putting her hand on Silja’s shoulder.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [4]

 

Officer Kopkage tapped on the door and pushed it open. The office was bright, not as big as he had expected but still well appointed, functional. The furnishings were simple, to one side a row of filing cabinets stood to attention and to the other, a comfortable sofa took pride of place next to a large window which looked out onto a low stone veranda.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [3]

 

Silja was not driving fast. Not at all. The red Inty grumbled its way along the road to Hope Springs, an unwilling foot hardly touching the throttle. One by one the kilometres crawled by, Silja sat tight lipped, the one hand on the steering wheel showed pale knuckles. She didn’t want to be making this trip but Kirsten had insisted, even giving her the day off to do so. ‘She is your sister after all, Silja.’

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Joe Spivey – Old School

Joe was watching Kirsten playing with Annie when the call he had been waiting for came in. He had been in a foul mood all evening. Kirsten had noticed it, of course, and had tried to find out what was bothering him but, for once, Joe was having none of it. A brief shake of the head and a change of subject was his only response. Kirsten let it drop and tried to keep the evening cheerful.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [2]

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Nurse Maisie was just finishing fastening a loose cardigan on Hanne as Dwight and Dr. Troy entered the room. Dwight was initially surprised to see Hanne sitting upright ina wheelchair beside the bed. The last time he saw her she was attached to machines and monitors. The several wires and tubes keeping life going while the medics fought to save her.

 

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [1]

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Dwight Frye took one final peek over the truncated edge of the bridge then turned away. Walking calmly back to his car he removed his blue serge overall, folded it neatly and placed it in the boot on top of the remnants of the roll of Duct Tape.

 

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Halloween Fantasy (part 70)

Bodil was looking at the picture of the old man, nodding her head.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 69)

Bodil and Dr Awolowo spoke together.

“Boat?”

“What Boat?”

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Halloween Fantasy (part 68)

Victor eventually tracked down Ranger Hancock at his desk in the ranger headquarters where he was finishing off his own report for Sergeant Glasser. Pleasantries were exchanged in the form of a reciprocal ‘hey’ then Victor opened up his notebook on Hancock’s desk.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 67)

Everyone around the table looked at the image on Dr Awolowo’s notebook screen. The vivid picture of the turreted edifice deliberately posed against the vivid, violent red and orange brush strokes of the sky drew appreciative murmurs.

Bodil looked up from the picture.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 66)

Harry Awolowo and Ranger Hancock had set out the previous morning, hours before the main expedition to the underground stations. There were several Gu-Nar settlements all along the banks of the vastly swollen river Thames but Dr Awolowo wanted to go to the Gu-Nar main settlement and spiritual centre, Emrites.

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Blood and Steel pt 4

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As far as days were, Jeassiah found so far that today had not been too bad. Well aside from the fact that two morons would have tried to kill and rob her today she after she discovered the wreck of a car in the deep woods. She was supposed to be going to Diesel Town, but plans change she mused. The car wreckage as a whole would keep her busy for a few days while she picked it apart for the still usable parts she needed for the Garage in Hope Springs.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 65)

Once in the canteen, Bodil felt she was more helping the servers clean up than getting some breakfast. In the end she had a plate with a few bacon scraps, a single sausage and a few limp mushrooms. However, put between two slices of bread with plenty of ketchup the sad remnants made a passable sandwich.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 64)

Once again, Bodil’s ears were knocking on the brain-room door, trying to alert her to… something. Her brain opened the door a crack.

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Halloween Fantasy, recap of the story so far.

 

First of all, let me just say that the name ‘Halloween Fantasy’ doesn’t really work anymore. Originally, this was only meant to be a little story for Halloween three years ago. But, it just grew. I need a new name.

Okay then, the recap.

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Blood and Steel pt 3

Jessiah sat in her car eyeing the skid marks on the road and the broken remains of a car not to far away into the tree line, the wisp of smoke rising gave about the only indication that the wreck was more recent than any of the other wrecks strung out on the road or anywehere for that matter in this region. She debated what to do for only a few moments before angling her own car and flipping on the lights of her car to better light the area around the other wreckage.

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A Shot In The Dark [Epilogue]

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"The bright blue eyes gazed back defiantly from under a mass of tousled blonde locks"

 

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A Shot In The Dark [10]

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He had been waiting all night for this.

Fischer had been watching the clock in Beau’s. He had also been watching with some envy at the bunch in the corner laughing together, playing Pool, and generally having a good time.

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Blood and Steel pt 2

The day started like those of the last week for Jeassiah, up early before dawn, in fact almost always before anyone else around Hope would consider a reasonable hour to be awake. For her though, it was either get up that early, or end up terrifying one of the other residents of the woman's hostle with the results of one of her nightmares waking herself and everyone else up.

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