Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 23:14:42 GMT -5
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Rain; the steady dribble of the night transcending over the warehouse that Lucia had simply conquered. In her world rain told the story of a great many things but to Lucia it reminded her of a glorious new day to be looked forward to. At least that bit was to be true. Plans in order slowly coming into play as the Queen placated herself atop her throne dawdling with her chin, running her fingers over her chin with little rhythmic taps. She was bored.... Her last bunch of play things had all gone rotten at this point they didn't really even really work well as patient material. Lucia would bite her lip, would tap her nails, kick her feet to and fro until the unrelenting madness seemed to get to even her.
RAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!!
Lucia would exclaim in the dark passages of the warehouse building her, voice carrying in the emptiness of the building. It was still under renovations considering how much of disrepair it had been in. However that bit was neither here nor there. Lucia would rebound from her chiseled seat bringing herself up to her non-so imposing height and be at the door in a spry sprint. Tromp tromp tromp. Sprightly heels would be out into the rain quick enough that she'd forgotten her umbrella.
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Rain; the steady dribble of the night transcending over the warehouse that Lucia had simply conquered. In her world rain told the story of a great many things but to Lucia it reminded her of a glorious new day to be looked forward to. At least that bit was to be true. Plans in order slowly coming into play as the Queen placated herself atop her throne dawdling with her chin, running her fingers over her chin with little rhythmic taps. She was bored.... Her last bunch of play things had all gone rotten at this point they didn't really even really work well as patient material. Lucia would bite her lip, would tap her nails, kick her feet to and fro until the unrelenting madness seemed to get to even her.
RAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!!
Lucia would exclaim in the dark passages of the warehouse building her, voice carrying in the emptiness of the building. It was still under renovations considering how much of disrepair it had been in. However that bit was neither here nor there. Lucia would rebound from her chiseled seat bringing herself up to her non-so imposing height and be at the door in a spry sprint. Tromp tromp tromp. Sprightly heels would be out into the rain quick enough that she'd forgotten her umbrella.
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