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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 10:27 pm
Will edit once someone posts.
Room is home to Satair and _________.
Has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a well furnished lounge and good sozed kitchen.
((my first RP woot woot!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:39 pm
Satair woke with a start, propping herself up on her elbow. Her long cascade of curls tumbled down around her, framing her slightly freckled face and blue eyes. She blinked sleepily, wondering why on earth she had gotten up when she didn't have to go to work today.
Satair kicked off the duvet and swung her legs down onto the floor, reaching for her dressing gown. It came down to her knees, covering the old shirt and boxers she wore for pajamas.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:57 pm
Satair ran a hand through her hair, sighing at its sleep-mussed state. Yawning, she went into the kitchen and put the jug on to boil. Staring into space, Satair thought about what she wanted to do today. In truth, she had nothing to do. The jug gave off an abrubt click sound, announcing that it was boiled. She poured it into the cup she had waiting with milk and milo, stirring it slowly as she did so. Setting down the jug, she lifted the cup to her lips and sipped, feeling the chocolatey warmth travel down her body. A little more awake now, she walked into the lounge and sat on a large, plushy armchair, tucking her feet underneath her and gazing out the window at the outside world.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:33 pm
Satair locked the door behind her, then dropped the key into her purse and walked down the hall towards the stairs. They were faster than the elevator, which she only took if she had her arms full. Her outfit, black skinny jeans, an overlong orange top with a huge slogan in the front (tilted to show just the right amount of her lightly tanned shoulder), and black jandals, was both comfy and good enough for the mall.
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