A hunter's moon rises and the sound of the caelifera ride in on the northern wind. A cold wind that sends a chill right to the bones that no amount of layers will stop. I don't want to go to Sunset Strip, I don't want to feel the emptiness. Bold marquees with stupid band names, I don't want to go to Sunset Strip. Here there be monsters.
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That sounds good. Company.
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We need to have a small talk, Princess.
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[OOC: Heading off to work, but iffin you start a log I'd be happy to tag into it!]
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[ooc; is okay if I do it in the morning? I got to go to sleep in an hour or so x.x but i can do it tomorrow]
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