10-27-2011, 02:05 AM
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Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Fourth Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter Holden grumbled. Shocking, wasn't it?
He had wandered into the break room in need of well, a break. DUH. Why else would anyone be in the break room? Holden sighed. Had he not been raised to be proper, his shoulder's would have been slumped, his head down, shuffling along. But no. He wasn't. He walked with confidence, shoulder's back, chin high. It was who he was. And yes. He was walking like this, toward the break room.
Upon reaching the room itself, he headed toward the refrigerator, in need of he water bottle he had brought for the day. And with it, he sat down at the table just across from the fridge.
Sigh. How boring.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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