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⌠ Cʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ D e v i l ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ⌡ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ @SkeletonRoadRPG ⌣ ⌣ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ⌣

|; Apologies for my recent inactivity - I'll return to normal soon.

|; I'll return tomorrow.

⟨✨⟩❝Dιd ι ѕcare yoυ?❞ —Deѕcrιpтιve • Lιтeraтe — Wrιттen вy #Seawιтcн —Sнιpѕ wιтн Dracυla/Cнeмιѕтry —HorrorRP • Van Helѕιng —Reтweeт?

“— Morning.”

|; *screaming because VAN HELSING*

It was the talk of the city. Every inhabitant of New York desired an invitation; every mouth spoke of the famous Mr March who had —

— established such a fine settlement. How could Elizabeth Johnson possibly refuse to attend the opening of the Hotel Cortez? It was —

— impossible. And so, dressed in some of her most opulent clothing and extravagant jewellery, her arm looped in that of a female —

— friend who was constant chatter and nothing else, the young woman made her way to the party. Every feature of the Hotel was —

— exquisite, causing her eyes to be wide in awe as they passed through, ushered on to the room in which the much anticipated opening —

— words would be delivered. The two women stood near to the centre of the room. As the other female dribbled on with some fanciful notion —

— of love, Elizabeth's gaze slowly travelled about the room, observing several faces she vaguely recognised. —[пан Теодор Андрощук💋‍]—

≽ ℱ ｏｒ ℰ ｎｇｌａｎｄ . . . BBC ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Rᴏʙɪɴ Hᴏᴏᴅ ✣ Nᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ✣ Cʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ