Constantine
New Blood
Doesn't Matter Now, Devils Who Paint Angels.
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Post by Constantine on Jan 16, 2014 10:05:49 GMT -6
Boxes were piled up high in her arms and booted heels moved, as silently as possible up the stair case with head bobbing from left and right to see around the tall stack of boxes that obscured her vision somewhat, but the excitement of a new home had those feet moving just as quickly, as she could, while trying hard to be careful where she placed her next foot.
A sigh came through clenched teeth, as she tried balancing the stack of boxes in one arm and in other free hand she fought with the key into the lock "Come on" accent came loud clear, as she constrained on this task but a loud crash echoed the darken halls with boxes falling a grumble beneath her breath with a few choice words.
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