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Post by Aretha Franklin on Jul 1, 2009 13:22:02 GMT -5
Aretha yawned and grumbled as she walked around the pitch black hallway of the Heartbreak. It was very late at night and few Bohemians where active at this hour, most have retreated to the sanctuary of their rooms, but there was always a few of the unlucky ones who got picked to patrol the base after dark and make sure that no unwanted Ga Ga kid or Global Soft worker got in while everyone was asleep. And tonight, Aretha had been picked.
"Lucky me!" she growled loudly to herself. "I just wanted to have a quick drink then go to bed but no--" her ranting was cut off when she tripped over her own two feet in the dark and fell flat out on her face. "Ow!"
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Post by AC/DC on Sept 8, 2009 16:13:11 GMT -5
A.C. bolted down the hallway of the Heartbreak Hotel. She had been at the surface, working on her drawings, when she'd accidentally fallen asleep. Now it was late, not to mention way past her curfew, and she knew she had to get to her room before anyone on night duty noticed her presence. If they saw her, they'd surely tell Scaramouche and she would never be allowed to go back to the surface again. And that was not something she could deal with. She quickly rounded the corner and nearily ran over Aretha who was sprawled out on the floor.
A.C. gasped and covered her mouth. "Aretha! Are you okay?" she asked, a worried frown creasing her forehead.
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