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Meteorite
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2014
Despite her initial apprehension, Lillian was the first to show up at the iron gate of the old mansion. Her blonde hair was neatly done-up, with her waist-length hair tied in a ponytail. It was a little cold this evening for the white-blouse-and-skirt outfit she usually wore, causing the slender girl to shiver, but at least they wouldn't be spending much time outside...provided the others showed up soon. The crew was probably already set up and waiting for them in the house, but she didn't want to walk in on her own.
She had been tapping her foot for five minutes before Penelope and Candy showed up. Penelope wore a casual black dress, far fancier than most would wear to a haunted house—even if they knew it was just some show. Her brown hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head and her brown eyes were behind a pair of black-framed glasses. A sly smile was on her face as she looked to the old mansion they were supposed to spend the night in. She wasn't worried at all.
Candy was worried, a little. At least, she told herself it was only a little fear. She was a head shorter than Lillian and Penelope, though she had hips and breasts larger than either of them. The tight black tank top and jean shorts she wore made it clear how she liked to flaunt them. Her black hair was in a bob cut, one she had gotten just hours before for the show. If she was going to be on television, she might as well look good doing it.
The three girls looked among themselves. The rest of their friends had yet to arrive, and Lillian was the first to say that they should wait. Neither of them said a word as they waited, though Penelope and Candy exchanged warm looks every now and then. Lillian just sat with closed eyes, regretting ever agreeing to do this dumb haunted-house show, even with her friends.
She had been tapping her foot for five minutes before Penelope and Candy showed up. Penelope wore a casual black dress, far fancier than most would wear to a haunted house—even if they knew it was just some show. Her brown hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head and her brown eyes were behind a pair of black-framed glasses. A sly smile was on her face as she looked to the old mansion they were supposed to spend the night in. She wasn't worried at all.
Candy was worried, a little. At least, she told herself it was only a little fear. She was a head shorter than Lillian and Penelope, though she had hips and breasts larger than either of them. The tight black tank top and jean shorts she wore made it clear how she liked to flaunt them. Her black hair was in a bob cut, one she had gotten just hours before for the show. If she was going to be on television, she might as well look good doing it.
The three girls looked among themselves. The rest of their friends had yet to arrive, and Lillian was the first to say that they should wait. Neither of them said a word as they waited, though Penelope and Candy exchanged warm looks every now and then. Lillian just sat with closed eyes, regretting ever agreeing to do this dumb haunted-house show, even with her friends.