07-31-2008, 04:56 PM
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Most of the shops look emptied out, more like abandoned lots with roofs if anything. Either that, or the windows were so nasty that she wasn’t even really seeing the inside. It took only three or four windows before Asanotohl changed up her method; now she was looking up at the broken, rundown signs, and disappearing lettering on the windows to try and see what they said. A lot of it seemed a different language, but Asa lucked out upon seeing “clo” on the half-broken window of a department-looking building. She could only assume that the paint had once said “clothes”, or a variation thereof.
Most of the shops look emptied out, more like abandoned lots with roofs if anything. Either that, or the windows were so nasty that she wasn’t even really seeing the inside. It took only three or four windows before Asanotohl changed up her method; now she was looking up at the broken, rundown signs, and disappearing lettering on the windows to try and see what they said. A lot of it seemed a different language, but Asa lucked out upon seeing “clo” on the half-broken window of a department-looking building. She could only assume that the paint had once said “clothes”, or a variation thereof.
She’d nearly forgotten she’d been dragging along Laurel beside her, only remembering when she had to let go of his hand to try and open the door. It shifted, but not without a bit of effort from her tiny body. The door squealed and scraped, as if something behind it was keeping it from opening. She stepped back. Is there another way in? she mused allowed, cradling her elbows and swaying side to side very slightly.
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