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Post by Alex Stevens on Aug 12, 2009 15:52:24 GMT -5
I was listening to a sad song...
Her body layed out delicately at the couch, she stared at the TV, her hands tucked under her, dark brown hair falling behind her back, layed out on the couch. Her eyes saw past the TV, seeing another picture. It was years ago. Many many years ago. The bullet shooting, her brother pushing her out of the way, him in her hands, eyes staring at something she couldn't see. |
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Post by Midnight on Aug 29, 2009 23:20:22 GMT -5
The A10 pilot was off duty for the early morning. With a tired yawn she entered the lounge, throwing down her flight bag and helmet/flight goggles next to a chair on a round table by a vending machine. She went to the vending machine to get some Snapple Iced tea.
Cira pushed back some of her bangs that dangled in front of her eyes and losened up the bun in her hair. She was still in her flight suit so she didn't want to undo it yet. Cira noticed a young woman she didn't recognize laying on the couch, staring at the TV. She didn't appear to be amused/entertained with whatever was on. It seemed she was there to be there...perhaps in thought or at the simplest, just watch tv because it was there. Who know, really.
Cira twisted open the bottle with the cap making a fresh popping sound and she took a long drink from the iced tea before walking over to her. "Hey." she greeted, leaning on the far end of the couch by Serena's feet. "Don't think i've seen you much around here. What's your name?"
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