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Post by Administrator on Mar 16, 2013 20:36:13 GMT -5
A great place to hang out and have fun, you can wait here for the distribution center to open, or just relax and cool off on a hot day. Careful, swimming in the fountain could get you nabbed by the bulls!
Prince spent a lot of her free time around here during her span as leader and Styx continues the tradition. If you're looking for the Queens leader after selling time, check the fountain.
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Post by Gianna Mancini on Mar 17, 2013 10:09:53 GMT -5
<New Day>
Gianna balanced carefully on the edge of the fountain, her dark eyes occasionally darting over to the gate of the distribution center, waiting for it to open and her day to begin. She'd already been up for hours, enjoying the peace and quiet of those early morning hours when she could go up to the roof of the lodging house and watch the sun crawl above the horizon and for a few brief moments, New York seemed to dance with blazing fire. Then it was down to stir up the little kids, make sure they crawled from their beds and got out the door and now they had all scattered to the winds with promises that yes they would return to just where she sat in time to get their daily allotment of papes. So Gianna was alone at the fountain with the sounds of it splashing behind her and the bustling activity already on the streets in front of her and she suddenly felt very small in the vastness of it all.
With a final glance around her eyes dropped to the book in her lap, a tiny journal where she scribbled the occasional line that she thought might make the beautiful lines of a song. It was packed with them, pages and pages of words and phrases that she knew would probably not amount to anything but gave her a place to write her dreams anyhow. Because for Gianna most things were songs, every word was a melody and every sound a rhythm - it was just how she saw the world, it always had been. Maybe some day that would mean something. Some day, but not today.
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