07-20-2008, 11:27 PM
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The sky was littered with thick gray clouds, blocking out the light of the noon-time sun. Rain splattered across the ground in thick sheets, making it almost impossible to see even a few feet ahead. Dhalia, who had been caught in the rain on her way through the city streets, was suddenly off in a flash, sprinting for the one place that she could call home. Almost immediately as she hit the door of the old theater she forced the door open, jamming herself inside and shutting it with a loud slam. Inside, in what would have been considered the waiting area when the place had been in use, Dhalia gave herself a quick shake, using her hands to rid each arm of excess water by running them down across her fur. Once pleased with the results, she made her way toward the nearest door, which lead down in to a large room. Rows of seats wrapped in red velvet like material lined the largest portion of the room. Farthest away from the door was the large stay, littered with debris from old stage sets. It was there that Dhalia aimed to be, traveling down the dark carpet, past the rows of chairs until she reached the stairs to the side of the stage, which she quickly took to get on top of it. Making her way immediately to the back of the stage, she began to drag a box toward the front, where the most light had gathered, and dropped to her knees to rummage through it. |