[ heels go clikkity clack over the cold cement floor, chipped in some places and grayer than the sky above, a ceiling that forebode heavy rain--though what would she know about rain except that it sounded like it'd be more than a bother? hand tightly gripping her sword's silver-engraved hilt, fruhling wanders the empty spaces of the carnival, scoping with each rusting iron platform, each lonely gift booth with sharp eyes and stiff lips.
a creaking sound snaps her attention towards the carousel, and she turns towards it, moving on to investigate. ]
ee going to bed whitney. tag back in the morning! :>onewrightbluffJune 24 2010, 04:23:09 UTC
Ah--I'm sorry, are you alright?
[ he bends down, offering a hand as a concerned expression finds its way onto his face. he doesn't know who she is but it's clear to see she's just as scared as he is. ]
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a creaking sound snaps her attention towards the carousel, and she turns towards it, moving on to investigate. ]
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--eek!
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[ he bends down, offering a hand as a concerned expression finds its way onto his face. he doesn't know who she is but it's clear to see she's just as scared as he is. ]
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