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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:15 pm
Zayle sat up from his desk in the back office. He was tired and found himself fallen asleep. He sighed and looked around with a yawn seeing that it was a few hours later meaning everyone needed to be fed once more. "I hate when they leave me here alone..." He said to himself opening the door from the back office and walking from cell to cell with small ammounts of rations for each one.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:23 pm
Siren looks up at the man walking passed the cages, a few row ahead of her Her chains rattle against her cage as she shifts her position. Siren's yellow eyes watch him intently, and her stomach growls hungrily. She watches the others getting fed, eyeing their food and the veins in their necks.
Her Crimson hair falls down her right shoulder. her ruined blouse is drenched with her own blood, and the blood of her holders.
[[Thank you.]]
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