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Post by forsakensora on Oct 16, 2010 3:30:42 GMT 2
The young man was dressed in comfortably snug jeans that fit well with his body, the pants shades around a dark, dim blue. A pair of dreadfully worn out Chucks-black and white-were over his feet. His shirt was black, long sleeved, and very loose. As he marched up the stairs, his feet made loud booming noises as his steps were strong. The silver chain and cross around his neck jumped around while he stomped up. His hand gripped the hand rail until he reached the top. He was at one of the most prestigous colleges in New York, it was named something along the names of Looming Bird University; he didn't understand it either.
Once he got to the top, he walked to the front desk, which was currently unoccupied. The room was decorated beautifuly with expensive looking furniture, lovely counters, and lush-but fake-plants. He leaned his body against the counter, waiting for someone to show up and direct him. He had his letter in one hand and that's all he needed......
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