Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 10, 2007 14:39:27 GMT -5
Melody eyes the trapdoor. "Well ... if we don't let him in he's likely to find the store rooms ... set up the board, Zhivago, and I'll bet that fur wrap against your poncho. Deal?"
She slides a crowbar under the handle of the trapdoor, prying it up untl the hinges catch and she can raise it enough to enter or exit.
"How in the hell did you get down there? I hope you shut the gates ..."
"Lachryma? Can you let that DJ guy in?"
She slides a crowbar under the handle of the trapdoor, prying it up untl the hinges catch and she can raise it enough to enter or exit.
"How in the hell did you get down there? I hope you shut the gates ..."
"Lachryma? Can you let that DJ guy in?"
