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Post by casey on Feb 8, 2011 20:24:32 GMT -5
Casey was one of the few people who used the abandoned building for something other than parties or make out seshes That early Saturday morning, she had carried her old, loosely bound copy of a Midsummer Night's Dream, a favorite of hers. Though the floor was empty of most furniture, and the two couches in there were uncomfortable to even touch, Casey liked the old place - especially for reading. She'd sit along the staircase that lead upstairs, and rested her head upon the abnister, and looked at the cover of her book. maybe she hadn't come here to read. Maybe she needed to think..
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Post by dd on Feb 15, 2011 17:39:21 GMT -5
Ace moved into the silent building, glancing around him curiously as he walked further in. It was kind of dusty, signs of a party a while ago still cluttering the floor. He'd decided to have a look round, after all, if he was going to live in Richmond he might as well get to know it. It seemed a good place to know.
He found a staircase, moving up to it. It was only when he reached one of the steps that he noticed, with a start, a girl sitting there.
"Fucking hell," He breathed, clutching his chest.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked rudely.
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Post by casey on Feb 19, 2011 9:43:50 GMT -5
Casey smiled dryly, but her brows were still furrowed. The guy in front of her hadn't surprised her, though her head was down against her chest. His footsteps were obnoxiously clunky. "Nothing, honestly," she replied curtly, clearly without sugarcoating. She looked the boy up and down as she shoved her book under her bottom to sit on it.
"Yourself?" she asked.
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