AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Aisha nodded at Oliver's reply, her eyes falling to the object of his own. A mysterious handle, dark an inviting was poised in it's hiding place, she crept close behind Oliver for a better look once he'd pulled it out. It was locked by a combination code, instantly Aisha thought of her own clue, the series of numbers. It was possible they were correlated, but it was probably a good idea to see what the other's had found first.
"Fun," she replied with a soft smirk, and followed her friend back to the main room, where the others gathered and Bastien was still locked in the throes of grief. A commendable venture on his part, as was Rexanna's. Her ascended lack of breathing adding a ghoulish effect. The redhead was the first to announce anything, and Aisha was the first to answer, "I did, under a rock outside" she said, unfolding her page and walking to Melita's side.
2.345621 312 54231, the girl showed it to the other, eager to hear what she had learned in return.
Aisha shares her clue of numbers with Melita!
"Fun," she replied with a soft smirk, and followed her friend back to the main room, where the others gathered and Bastien was still locked in the throes of grief. A commendable venture on his part, as was Rexanna's. Her ascended lack of breathing adding a ghoulish effect. The redhead was the first to announce anything, and Aisha was the first to answer, "I did, under a rock outside" she said, unfolding her page and walking to Melita's side.
2.345621 312 54231, the girl showed it to the other, eager to hear what she had learned in return.
Aisha shares her clue of numbers with Melita!
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
