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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1156143" data-attributes="member: 13442">Alicia Emmrich/Mistress MindAlicia auburn hair bounced with every stride while her jogging outfit made a soft shifting sound as her long legs propelled her farther threw the park.  Autumn was here and her face was slightly flushed from the cool air but she paid no heed to it as she concentrated on her breathing and the modern rock that filled her ears from her Discman.  The hard rock wasn't her mucic of preficance, as that would always be the classical music of cenceries long past, but it hada good beat and she prefered it when running.  She had no goal today as she ran threw the park almost every day, though she made strives to make it, but her schedule was busy and it wasn’t softball season right now.  All that made jogging a luxury and not a priority but the weekend was here and there was no Orchestra practice or classes today and homework could wait till later.  She wasn’t tired when she started to slow down nor had she been paying that much attention to her surroundings so it was with much confusing when she felt the gentle voice telling her to turn around.  The voice was familiar, much like that of a best friend, and Alicia finds herself doing just as it has asked and with much confusion Alicia stand upon the path in the middle of the park steering off at the downtown skyline uncertain to what she’s doing and what she looking for.[OOC]Wish I had someone to blame for this but I guess I am just late...  I guess I was on the other side of the park when everything started. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> [/OOC]</blockquote>

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