Finding my cubicle I unload everything into a corner, destined to be sorted later. Looking around the office I notice that there is almost no activity. Wow, who'd've known. Werewolf capture unit. Dang this is a big responsibility.
Sighing, I sit down pulling my sketchbook out, brushing my hand through my hair, resting my feet on my desk, and continuing my sketch of the griffyn I had meat only a few weeks ago.
Last edited by Eon Spirit : 03-01-2008 at 04:23 AM.
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