OOC: hehe keep trying hun XD you'll get it soon <3 OMG no its not st nic XD
XD lol i gathered that talk about ya christmas stuffing XD *dies laughing* XD
LOL least i don't think of noodle soup when i'm around you imagen if he called you his steak house XD i'd be like WTF man!? ![]()
Least i pay you actual compliments hun <3 LOL and where you? :P
*gives chocolate cake with apples on it* surprise <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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IC: after Sam had watched the snow for a while he threw the maniquin's remains down and out the attic by opeing the door and throwing the remains out it then he closed it and began turning on all the lights in the attic. Smiling he began to make himself comfy though that bed was really creeping him out. He walked round it three times before decideing he'd sleep on the window seat. He settled down and smiled then turned his head and saw another maniquin. He stared at it as its glass eyes looked at him.
"Wow i think i just died inside" he said as he watched it a moment more before walking round it and throwing that too out his new room space.
He was deffiently creeped out because the remains of the maniquin had gone and previously there'd been only one maniquin in the house. Sam was shaking as he watched the room with paranoid eyes it was getting to him already all those horror films and now he was faced with those things he couldn't even muster the strength to fight it then the door opened and up came the maniquin he cowered and it faded to black.
He woke on the bed and ran to the other side of the room staring at the bed. After he'd hit the maniquin he'd closed the door and walked tot he bed but as he went round it he tripped and knocked himself out and had a nightmare that made him think it was real.
"I'm sleeping in a shed or a basement but never will i sleep in here again" he said as he threw his bags out the room he'd made and turned the lights off and abandoned the room running to the sofa with his huge puffy tail behind him.
He sat on the sofa watching the stairs like he was waiting for a axe murder or something but soon enough nothing happened and he began to black out.
He reached for his bag but before he knew it he was out cold and on a cold floor in the living room his bag on the table and phone in the attic still...