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Date Posted: 20:25:09 12/28/01 Fri
Author: LuciousPickings
Subject:

We have much to do

A sigh.

A whisper in the dark...

LuciousPickings enters; the weathered boards creak at her passing. Old rushes litter the floor. A neglected couch sags near an empty fireplace. Lucious steps to the bar as she surveys the room with a critical eye. She sidesteps a toppled barstool to lean a hand on the tarnished rail.
"A sadder sight have I never seen," she sighs, referring to the empty bar shelves. She runs a hand through her hair, overwhelmed by the task set before her. In her brief moment of anxiety she loosens the barrette from her hair. It falls to the rushes, her mass of black curls cascade to follow. Drawing her skirt up a bit with her left hand she leans down to retrieve it, then crouches all the way to right the stool to it's accustomed place.
She sits.
She restores her hairstyle with a few quick gestures and rests her weight on the bar, thoughtful chin in hand. Only moments pass before eyes begins to narrow. The corners of her mouth twitch into a smirk.
"Yes," she whispers to shadows. "A better hovel I could not have picked."
Chuckling at her prevalent reverse syntax she arises and makes her way to the door. Before leaving she takes one last look around and pulls forth her Lollipop +1 for a quick lick. She exits with a spring in her step.
Lucious always loved a challenge.

Lieutenant LuciousPickings

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