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fandomhighdorms2010-11-05 08:24 pm
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The Deck [Friday, Evening]
It was that time of year again. One of Effy's favourites, in fact. Who didn't love a cultural excuse to sit in the dark, set shit alight and just sit and watch it burn? Not having fireworks wasn't too big a deal, really. Could still come out and play with flames. That was better than nothing.
So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.
... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.
[[Open, as these things are!]]
So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.
... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.
[[Open, as these things are!]]
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"Course, this island isn't that organised." Makes them sing, doesn't provide a handy supply of earplugs and gagging material. "And neither are we." Her voice was by no means perfect. A little too rough on the edges to be the best. At least she was in tune, though.
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