Post by Baby Dogg on Feb 3, 2009 23:16:40 GMT -5
Baby Dogg rubs her neck slightly as she walks down the corridors of the CRF Arena. Her head darts around occasionally, as if she's seemingly looking for something but not entirely sure what yet.
"Christ, Harry can swing a chair harder'n anyone else I've ever met..."
She stops outside a seemingly plain door and puts her ear to it momentarily, then shakes her head and walks on. She then spots a slightly open fire escape and heads through, into the cold February wind outside. She frowns as she pulls a cigarette - a particularly long, conical looking cigarette - and a lighter from her coat pocket and turns to block out the draught.
TBC anyone who feels like it
"Christ, Harry can swing a chair harder'n anyone else I've ever met..."
She stops outside a seemingly plain door and puts her ear to it momentarily, then shakes her head and walks on. She then spots a slightly open fire escape and heads through, into the cold February wind outside. She frowns as she pulls a cigarette - a particularly long, conical looking cigarette - and a lighter from her coat pocket and turns to block out the draught.
TBC anyone who feels like it