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Adam Richards|David Madison Administrator
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Joined: Jan 2008 Posts: 32 Karma: 2 |  | Only Temporary (continuation) « Thread Started on Feb 12, 2008, 8:07pm » | |
(I guess, since the original thread is dead, I should make this one?)
Having arrived at the rooftop after taking a few moments to throw his broken sword away and grab a bunch of guitars, Adam stepped out of the elevator, with his small group of survivors and some other lucky people.
He turned and watched the elevator go down, sighing. He hoped that someone else would come up to the roof as well, but it didn't seem likely.
He set his new collection of guitars against the wall. He managed to only get one bloody, so he assumed that a good thing.
He immediately started looking around at his surroundings, only noticing some pipes and a vent of some sort, that seemed to be off, but he thought nothing of it...
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Armani Minerva New Member
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I didn't loose my mind. I sold it. On eBay. Looks like a peanut, want it?
Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 19 Location: "You Wish U Lived Here" City Karma: 0 |  | Re: Only Temporary (continuation) « Reply #1 on Feb 13, 2008, 5:20pm » | |
Resting her head on the wall of the elevator, Armani looked over all the survivors. There weren't many, but at least there were some. At this moment, there was no telling that all of them would make it out of here alive. Armani gave a saddened smile, and looked down. They all seemed relieved for a moment that there was still hope and they had actually found shelter.
She wondered how long it would last. But for now, it was best it they took advantage of there time. She was in the progress of finding bits and pieces about the disease. From what it seemed, there was maybe a solution out of it.
Exiting the elevator, Armani sat down on the dirty floor, placing her bag beneath her as she pulled out a notebook. It was covered with all her research and stuff she had managed to get.
Placing her pen near her chin, Armani took one last look at the survivors around her, before going back to scribbling down somethings on her book. It would take forever to come up with something at the moment. Hopefully, the roof would be as safe as they presumed it to...
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