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Post by Fiona "Fie" Rose on Oct 20, 2010 19:55:26 GMT 10
The old stairs creaked beneath her dainty feet, like a welcome cry after years of disuse. Her palm brushed against the wall, collecting dirt and dust. Fie could not explain to you why she was heading towards the basement, as she was not sure herself. Something about the dark drew her downwards, perhaps the lure of the unknown, or the possibility that she could find something useful down there.
This is a very peculiar place to start exploring she thought to herself, wondering why it had drawn her so.
She took another delicate step down, and brushed away a cobweb that threatened to get caught in her hair. While her eyes had adjusted to the dark, things were getting to the point of pitch black, so Fie took her phone from her back pocket and began using it as a light.
She did not know what type of phone she even had currently, she had gone through too many to count. Most notably when she needed a part for something else. Her mother had not been pleased. But it served as a light just as well, and Fie was glad she had not taken it apart yet.
Just as she was about to take another step, now that she could see, she heard the creak of a floorboard that had not been her. Fearing she may be in trouble, Fie world around to see who was there, only to lose her footing on the step and tumble backwards, down the stairs to the bottom. Luckilly, she had not been far from the end of the steps, but it still hurt. She groaned in a crumpled heap, not wanting to move.
Karma she thought Mum said I'd pay for taking my phone apart again
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Oct 20, 2010 21:04:05 GMT 10
Well, this is where Angie had been headed. The basement, sounded odd but there was a reason for her going some place so secluded. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a small flashlight and her phone, this call had to be done in private. Besides, the basement had a room full of art work left by students of the past which no knew about. Why it was there? The girl didn’t know but she liked looking at the older pieces of art which probably would have been thrown out otherwise. It wasn’t of the quality which the school kept for display but still, it was like her own little treasure chest.
She paused only to dial; always surprised she had a signal down here. No answer, voice mail, the girl was about to leave a message, when she heard a noise. Sounded like a crash. That wasn’t good. Angie didn’t know whether to investigate or hide as it could have been someone patrolling and this place was supposed to be off limits.
Curiosity over took her and she found herself starring down at a girl who had fallen. ”Do you need some help?” Angie went over to the girl ”Here.’ Reaching out her hand to help the other girl up.” Are you hurt?” Hopefully, this act of kindness would go better than the last.
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