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Post by sol on Feb 7, 2016 20:10:28 GMT
The sun was slowly setting as Sol was waiting on the train platform. Her backpack was starting to get heavy on her shoulders, and she slipped it down her arm to place it on the ground, relieving the tension in her body. She tapped her foot on the floor, playing with her newly acquired light up shoes. This is the best purchase I have ever made to be honest. She had instantly fallen in love with the pair when she saw them in the shop display the day before. One of the rare moments she was grateful for her small carrure, because the brand only made them kid sized. Looking at the faint glow of red, blue, green and yellow on the ground, Sol smiled. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear the train arrive. She quickly took her bag and inkbrush before stepping in, sneakers lighting the way. The train was almost empty, the only people in the whole car being two other inklings. Sol took a look around and walked to an entire empty row of seats. Flopping down right in the middle, she set her bag next to her, and placed the weapon between her legs to keep it still, her arms around the brush as well. The strands tickling her neck, she turned her head to look at the map, counting the stops before Blackbelly Skatepark. One, two, three, four... Wait did I count this one twice? Sol didn't bother being accurate, and rounded it down to like a dozen stops I guess.
OOC: flamingo light up heelys tho can you imagine the swag (edit: they actually exist...... i love life......)
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