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Post by oscuroangelo on Mar 20, 2008 12:07:07 GMT -5
Raine climbed the long staircase up onto the roof with her favorite notebook. It seemed like no matter where she went she could get no privacy. At least no body was up here...yet. She leaned against one of the cool gargoyles, breathing in the cool air. It would rain soon.
Raine ignored the warnings of a dreadful thunderstorm and began writing a story. Her writing looked like scribble and was barely legible. Raine did not care she could read her writing and that was all that mattered.
Lost in thought Raine did not hear the first sounds of thunder until they were directly above her head. Startled, Raine looked up hearing the loud thunder and seeing lighting streak across the sky. As much as she hated storms, Raine kept on writing her story. Besides, it was not raining yet.
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Post by Miss Rowena DuMonde on Mar 29, 2008 17:25:58 GMT -5
Damn! Rowena had forgotten her embroidery bag up on the rooftop from this morning. She could hear the sounds of thunder from outside, hopefully she could beat the rain and get the bag before all of her carefully dyed embroidery thread and half-finished pieces were ruined. Rushing up the stairs and catwalk leading up to the rooftop, she burst through the door and looked around. Her bag lay at the foot of one of the large, imposing granite statues, a gargoyle. A young woman leaned against its side, scribbling away furiously in a notebook, seemingly impervious to the storm. "What on earth are you doing up here?" Rowena called to her over the sound of the rather aggressive wind, stray strands of mousy brown hair whipped at her face, she pushed them away in annoyance and snatched the bag up.
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Post by oscuroangelo on Apr 2, 2008 13:57:57 GMT -5
Startled by the new voice Raine looked up. Staring back at her appeared to be someone very aggravated. She was holding an expensive embroidery bag Raine noticed when she came up here. Raine said as quiet as she could, " I see you have found your bag, I would have returned it but I did not know who owned it. I'm sorry, I hope the storm hasn't ruined all your hard work."
At that moment Raine realized that her notebook was wide open. She hoped that the lady wouldn't want to know what she was writing. Embarrassed, and with red checks, Raine considered running back into the opera house, but decided against it, for she did not want to seem rude, like so many other people thought she was, just because she rarely talked. Raine then said, "Excuse me but I haven't a clue as to what your name is."
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