What do you do with the leftover you?
#1
[html]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

Snow was beginning to fall again, little pieces drifting down from the darkening sky to the ground around her. It wasn't snowing very hard, so she wasn't worried about getting back, and most of it was being blown around by the wind. The girl had visited most of the other parts of the territory but she'd somehow overlooked this one in her ventures. So far, Addison hadn't tried to go outside of Phoenix Valley much--Jefferson had instilled in her the idea that she shouldn't go too far away from the cabin, or she might get into some trouble that he wouldn't be able to help her with. It had happened at the quarry, after all...and that had made the usually adventurous girl frightened of the new and unknown.

She looked at the night club with one gold and one blue eye, her small body wiggling back and forth in excitement where she stood. What was this place? It looked so interesting! She could hear something coming from inside, too, a strange sort of music. This was another reason why she had noticed this building, among the others that lay in Phoenix Valley. The music! The young, mixed-colored female took a few steps forward toward the door, trying to figure out how she could open it. It looked too heavy for one of her age.

Then it caught her eye, a small hole to the side of the door. Maybe she would be able to get through there...if her head could fit through it, then she would try the rest of her. WTF, an Addison egg? Addison climbed up the stairs carefully, reaching her head over to the hole and poking it carefully through. No problem! She wiggled a little bit, fitting the rest of herself through without much problem, shaking her coat out when she got inside.

There were dim lights still on, the bar stools and tables casting long and twisting shadows. She walked through those shadows, looking up at the bar itself. The bar was pretty high...but she wanted to get up on top of it so that she could get a better look at the place. She climbed up onto the bottom rungs of one of the stools, hoisting herself up onto the seat of it, then up onto the flat wooden bar. She could see everything from here! Satisfied with this, Addison started to walk along the bar. There were a few bottles around, tall glass ones that looked like they were filled with some kind of a liquid. What was it? Water? She'd seen water in bottles around the farm, or in buckets or troughs...and she was pretty thirsty. She could really use a drink of water! The youngster wasn't able to shift, but she had other ways of getting her drink--she nosed a bowl close to one of the bottles, reaching a paw up to try and tip it over.


[/html]


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: