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Post by "Snake" Lilly Kirve on Jun 27, 2007 23:45:03 GMT -5
Snake snuck carefully through the halls. She was dressed in thick black socks, tight black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, a black windbreaker, light-weight gloves, and a black beanie and she had a backpack securely resting on her shoulders. What was she doing slipping through the shadows of the seventh floor corridor at 1 in the morning? Well the answer lay in her backpack, the continents of which were several spray-cans. What was she going to do? She was off to tag something. What? She was still unsure but she didn’t want her skills to get rusty. She was heading towards the grounds but might stop and use an empty classroom if she saw one she fancied using.
She was almost to the staircases when she heard footsteps. She swore under her breath and tried to doge into a room but it was locked. She fumbled in her pocket for her wand. The footsteps were approaching, almost at the corner. She hoped they had poor night vision. She tapped the door with her wand, muttering under her breath, and the she heard the lock click. She dove into the room, carefully closed the door and locked it. She leaned against the wall and listened carefully. She listened but could not hear footsteps through the door. She crouched down; if the door was opened halfway she would be hidden behind the door, but if it was open all the way she would be squished against the wall. She held her breath and waited.
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