01-03-2012, 02:34 AM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter Hands in his pockets and mind already questioning his own presence at this celebration ball, Holden headed into the entrance hall. Clearly not impressed with the decor of the room, the man rolled his eyes and stepped a little closer to the middle of the hallway, wondering whether he would stay the entire time, or leave as soon as it got boring, which he knew would happen rather quickly.
Deciding to endure the pain of the socialization that would soon occur, Holden glanced about, wondering who would be his first victim acquaintance. As anyone who knew Holden would guess, he was dateless.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________  _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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