Mirchie
The user previously known as Hero-in-the-Dark
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Re: Club Grounds
Suzy was walking towards the grounds, having eaten her lunch already. She walked past Harrel seemingly without even noticing him, apparently lost in her iPod. When she got into the club, she almost walked straight into Ellisia, before she blinked. Looking around as if taking note of her surroundings for the first time, Suzy slipped off the headphones and pulled the iPod out of her pocket. "Hey, Ellisia, somewhere I can leave my stuff?" she said, slinging the music player into her bag, and holding it up to show her point.
Another thing Suzy failed to notice entirely as she was walking was the tall albino girl lying alone on a bench not far from the club. Currently, Michelle's eyes were closed, and she appeared to be napping, basking in the sunlight coming across her white skin. Harrel, however, would have been able to see her just fine, and if not, sense the turbulent presence of her spirit. She was spread eagled across the bench, not particularly caring who saw her. She had eaten plenty for the day earlier, after she'd encountered Siphon, and so had skipped going to the lunch hall. Hatred for the man boiled furiously within her, but was suppressed slightly by her respect for his great power, and the possibility that he could get her back to her birthland.
Suzy was walking towards the grounds, having eaten her lunch already. She walked past Harrel seemingly without even noticing him, apparently lost in her iPod. When she got into the club, she almost walked straight into Ellisia, before she blinked. Looking around as if taking note of her surroundings for the first time, Suzy slipped off the headphones and pulled the iPod out of her pocket. "Hey, Ellisia, somewhere I can leave my stuff?" she said, slinging the music player into her bag, and holding it up to show her point.
Another thing Suzy failed to notice entirely as she was walking was the tall albino girl lying alone on a bench not far from the club. Currently, Michelle's eyes were closed, and she appeared to be napping, basking in the sunlight coming across her white skin. Harrel, however, would have been able to see her just fine, and if not, sense the turbulent presence of her spirit. She was spread eagled across the bench, not particularly caring who saw her. She had eaten plenty for the day earlier, after she'd encountered Siphon, and so had skipped going to the lunch hall. Hatred for the man boiled furiously within her, but was suppressed slightly by her respect for his great power, and the possibility that he could get her back to her birthland.