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<blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 809605" data-attributes="member: 9167"><a href="http://boss.streamos.com/real/interscope/marilynmanson/residentevil/audio/00_residentevil.ram" target="_blank">Clairemont Mansion</a><a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&amp;postid=771805#post771805" target="_blank">1st Floor – Entrance Hall</a>Yuri BorzakovskyYour fingers run across the back of Maria's neck, feeling the tense muscles on the woman even as that now eeriely familiar bump presses against your fingers.Anders Carlson, Amisha PatelYou stand by the door directly behind the civilian man who had called himself Isaac Goldstein.&nbsp; The wind is cold, sending chills down your back as both of you grip your weapons tightly.<a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&amp;postid=809600#post809600" target="_blank">1st Floor – Front Entrance</a>Isaac GoldsteinYour hand turns the doorknob before pulling the door inward with a <a href="http://www.hedstorm.net/HAUNT/SoundEffects/DOORS_FLOORS_FOOTSTEPS_CREAKS/creakopen.mp3" target="_blank">creak</a>. As soon as you do, the cold humid air bites through you and your ears pick up the sound of the <a href="http://joelbramblett.tripod.com/wavs/wind3.wav" target="_blank">wind blowing</a> through you and into the room to reach the others.Six white columns decorate the top of the long curving steps that surround the front entrance of the house and edge the paved driveway where your car awaits - silent with open doors for your return.Your feet make its way outside as your eyes scan the perimeter.&nbsp; Something in the fringe of the bushes catches your eye, but you can't really make anything out really.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KitanaVorr, post: 809605, member: 9167"] [URL=http://boss.streamos.com/real/interscope/marilynmanson/residentevil/audio/00_residentevil.ram][b]Clairemont Mansion[/b][/URL] [URL=http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=771805#post771805][B]1st Floor – Entrance Hall[/B][/url] [b]Yuri Borzakovsky[/b] Your fingers run across the back of Maria's neck, feeling the tense muscles on the woman even as that now eeriely familiar bump presses against your fingers. [b]Anders Carlson, Amisha Patel[/b] You stand by the door directly behind the civilian man who had called himself Isaac Goldstein. The wind is cold, sending chills down your back as both of you grip your weapons tightly. [URL=http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=809600#post809600][B]1st Floor – Front Entrance[/B][/url] [b]Isaac Goldstein[/b] Your hand turns the doorknob before pulling the door inward with a [url=http://www.hedstorm.net/HAUNT/SoundEffects/DOORS_FLOORS_FOOTSTEPS_CREAKS/creakopen.mp3]creak[/url]. As soon as you do, the cold humid air bites through you and your ears pick up the sound of the [url=http://joelbramblett.tripod.com/wavs/wind3.wav]wind blowing[/url] through you and into the room to reach the others. Six white columns decorate the top of the long curving steps that surround the front entrance of the house and edge the paved driveway where your car awaits - silent with open doors for your return. Your feet make its way outside as your eyes scan the perimeter. Something in the fringe of the bushes catches your eye, but you can't really make anything out really. [/QUOTE]

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