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Post by Houdini on Feb 18, 2008 13:33:17 GMT -5
The smoke curled upward from the used cigarette that had been thrown to the ground. Skittery stomped on it, scowling. That was his last one. He shifted the papers under his arm, and glanced up at the sky. It looked like it would rain soon. If he hurried, he could make to Tibby's in enough time to miss the rain and get to eat a simple meal that he could barely afford.
He took off his cap and used it to tousle his wavy brown hair. As he replaced it, he squinted into the distance to see a massive cloud heading his way. It wasn't a cloud though, he soon realized. People were running for cover this way and that as a torrential downpour made its way towards him at top speed.
Skittery cursed, gripped his papers tightly, and ran as fast as his weary feet could carry him in the direction of Tibby's. Just another lousy day... He thought angrily as the storm caught up to him just outside of Tibby's. He was soaked before he opened the door. To make things even worse, the Owner began yelling at him for letting the rain in. Just a normal day, glum, and completely terrible.
((It wouldn't really be right for me to just "Approve" myself, so could one of the leaders please Approve or Deny me? Thanks!))
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Post by Note on Feb 18, 2008 14:32:12 GMT -5
APPROVED!...meany
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