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[b] The Entrance [/b]

[i] The late morning was cool, and clouds grayed the sky although there was no rain. As the city continued it’s schedule, the real movement was to begin down below. Off to the side down a blocked off road, there was a entrance to the underground... [/i]
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A man with medium-length hair, dressed casually with a back sack, seemed to be very anxious. The man was Otto Holloway, and he was more impressed with himself than he had been in a long time. Only because Otto had surprisingly made it to the entrance before his [i] sister [/i]. Even as an adult, he couldn't wait to tell her all about it. He came to a stop, as he looked the a entrance with the sign in French saying, “Entrance to Paris Catacombs. Soon to be open to public.” 

He looked around to see if anyone else was arriving, but no one yet had come. He picked up his back sack and sat on a near by bench. Taking a breath, he signed and put in his hand on the back of his neck and looked up at the sky. Otto found himself letting his thoughts drift along the clouds. He hoped that he wouldn’t be underground too long; he actually enjoyed the fresh air and morning sky. With himself almost gone completely in thought, someone showed up. 

 “Well, well. Effie? Effie darling girl, is that you?” Otto sarcastically smirked to his just arriving sister. “What’s this? Oh...did I make it here before you? Quick! Tell the press!” he jumped from the bench enthusiastically. Effie Holloway shot a smart look at her brother, obviously not impressed with his joking. “Get off me.” Effie snapped. “Since when did you ever care to be somewhere early? You’re the one late to your own father’s funeral.” she growled. Effie was known for her stabbing words, and that’s why Otto said she would never find a husband, or have kids, or even really have a dog who could stand her. Effie was also dressed casually, with her outfit themed of the color blue. She also seemed to look a bit more prepared than her brother. She was a little shorter than average, and her short hair made fitted her attitude and face. 

“I've miss you too, little sister.” Otto narrowed his eye but smiled at her. He loved his sister, but he honestly questioned if she did the same. Effie never got along with much people, but she seemed to become painfully bitter due to the recent death of their father. But Otto not caring how is sister was acting, he gave her a suffocating hug. Effie pushed him away and her cheeks became hot. “Oh Effie, you’re still a girl under that sour shell you've gotten.” he smirked. Otto went back to his bench, while Effie kept her distance.