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Post by Velvet on Oct 11, 2006 17:41:40 GMT
Old railway tracks turn off to the tunnel, once used to store unused trains, now nothing but the entrance, hosting a strong metal railway door to a small system of rooms. In which resides Velvet and a few of her close 'friends' not to mention a rather large pair of bouncers hired by her.
A room, slightly larger then the rest serves as her office, the first room you come to. The dark walls are covered in bright paint and graffiti, regularly repainted as Velvet feels the urge. In here is a desk and a few files which she locks away, storing her contact info.
Behind the locked door to the side of the room are her quarters, nothing much but a room with a bed and a few chairs scattered about, a table stands in the centre, highly valuable which she stole from a passing train when it broke down not far away.
On the other side of her office resides the rooms of her bouncers, blocking the only door into her secret storeroom. Intricate locks cover the wall should the men fail in their duties and the only keys are carried on Velvet's person.
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Post by Velvet on Oct 13, 2006 22:21:44 GMT
She stood, looking up at the walls surrounding her, sick of the same sight again and again. Tapping her foot critically the decided on a plan and ran off to find her paints. "Bastard!" She turned away angrily at the cans that seemed to have been caught in a leak and rusted in a way that made then unusable to her.
She grabbed her coat and walked out, throwing it over her shoulders. "Going to get paints, no one goes in." She said to the men at the door as she made her way through the dark familiar tunnels towards Worxshop.
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