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shane-mcc.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2005-10-19 06:39 pm
Early afternoon - Amber House...
Shane sits on the bench swing in her gray hoodie, a black wifebeater, black jeans and her black sneakers. There's a six pack of beer with one missing, as always, as well as her cigarettes and a couple of Quantum Physics textbooks sitting on the bench in front of her.
Today, though, she's not relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere of the place so much as she's taking refuge. With a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other and the soft gray hood of her sweatjacket pulled up, she's trying to shake the heavy feeling in her chest.
[ooc: Comeemo play with me...!]
Today, though, she's not relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere of the place so much as she's taking refuge. With a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other and the soft gray hood of her sweatjacket pulled up, she's trying to shake the heavy feeling in her chest.
[ooc: Come

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It glances at her for a moment and then glances away and Shane quirks an eyebrow and sighs.
Great... the aliens landed..., she thinks to herself, sinking further down into her seat as she takes a long, long... long swig of her beer.
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