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Post by Rarity on Nov 13, 2011 17:58:59 GMT -5
Rarity looked over her surroundings and looked over to her kidnappers with an unimpressed face. "And I suppose the bathroom, with the mirror, assorted soaps, conditioner, body wash, shampoo, and brushes are in the other room." Rarity sighed and mad her way to the, nearly solid bedding that was in the corner of the half-room. Rarity sat down, testing out how soft her bed truly was. She wiped her glove across the surface of the small table and looked at her finger. There was dust, and even some dead bugs on her glove.
Rarity sighed and removed her gloves, deciding that she would just not touch anything. Rarity looked at who seemed to be the leader of the two. "We don't happen to have anything to eat, do we?" Rarity sighed and felt her stomach. The only meal she had that day was some soup and a couple glasses of wine. Her stomach was growling, but she was almost afraid of what sorts of dirty, and expired food they would have on standby. Did I truly have to be captured by these dirty ruffians? Why do all the bad things happen to good people?
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