[M:-700]
Post by Spirit on Oct 6, 2012 10:50:29 GMT
Spirit walked quietly down the cold, stone steps, ducking under the place where the wall had fallen over, to lean against the other wall. Her footsteps rung out clearly in the silence, and Spirit could only hear the sound of her own breathing, and the soft sounds of the surface, as they faded away into the warm silence of the Burrow.
It was a fairly homely place - Though it was merely a concrete bunker, it was lit by gentle candle-light, and, in the entrance, where she was now, Spirit could see twin corridors leading deeper, one to an arena, where many of the resident Bladers tested their Beyblades before they made the leap to the surface. The other corridor, also lit by candle-light, led to the rooms of those who called the Burrow home (Which, as far as Spirit knew, was most people...)
She breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped down onto one of the many wooden picnic-style benches that had been dragged into the Burrow before the End. Today had been a long day...
It was a fairly homely place - Though it was merely a concrete bunker, it was lit by gentle candle-light, and, in the entrance, where she was now, Spirit could see twin corridors leading deeper, one to an arena, where many of the resident Bladers tested their Beyblades before they made the leap to the surface. The other corridor, also lit by candle-light, led to the rooms of those who called the Burrow home (Which, as far as Spirit knew, was most people...)
She breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped down onto one of the many wooden picnic-style benches that had been dragged into the Burrow before the End. Today had been a long day...
