The Lonely Basement

Demetri smiled widely. "I pinkie promise." She stood and rubbed the long sleeve of her gray Aeropostle shirt. "How do you feel about getting in trouble in the city again?" She asked mischievously, her eyebrow raised. "We need to catch up."

I grinned from ear to ear. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "We have a lot of catching up to do,"

Demetri took his hand and began to pull him out of the attic. "Come on!" She laughed.

"I'm not sure...let's wing it." Demetri decided with a dangerous smile, eyes wide and bright as she towed him up the stairs.

"Woo!" Demetri screamed as they ran.

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OOC nooooooo I'm laaaaaaazy

Ooc: Blegh. I made it :P

Amber Lee found herself in the basement after a long bout of boredom. She had no idea where any of her friends were and she was lonely, so she thought that she could busy herself by rooting through the basement. It was usually filled with boxes of random crap which peaked Amber's interest.

Amber was alone for a solid half an hour and she'd found some really odd stuff: masks and swords and statues and other knick knacks.

OOC Sorry, crappy post

Brastus was pretty bored. He had just fed his pet dog and had finished his three-hour work out. His body was covered in sweat and he was barechested showcasing his proud and muscular form. He had a small towel around his neck and he decided to investigate the basement in search for adventure. As he walked downwards towards the subterranean level, his boots destroyed any chance he might have had to surprise a person. After making his way downwards, he saw a number of boxes and decided to see if he could find a shirt that he liked since the store sold clothes, albeit at a high price. He knew he wasn't alone but decided to mind his own business before he jumped in on someone. He however got bored soon enough, and decided to find adventure elsewhere, so he turned his body towards the stairs and exited the basement.

Amber was too distracted by the vast array of crap to notice that she was no longer alone. She found an old theatrical mask that she quite liked and wondered if it was considered "stealing" if she took it. After a quick debate with herself, she decided to take it seeing as it wasn't doing any good in an old box collecting dust.

The mask, however, wasn't the only thing that peaked Amber's interest. She had just found a rather odd-looking skull sticking up out of one of the boxes and she was having a field day studying it and trying to figure out what kind of animal it might have belong to in its previous life. It was about twice, maybe three times the size of her fist, and it was all smooth from being handled by many people. It was old, though, and cracking in some placed. Amber found it to be rather poetic: maybe she should write a poem about it.

She debated about this for a while and left.