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[center][color=#FF69B4][h1]Isaura Reese Eldars[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Abandoned Building - Alta Vista.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Georgina Anne Berglund ([@MissCapnCrunch]), Sebastian Monroe ([@December]), and the rest of her friends.[/sup][/color][/center]
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[color=#FF69B4]“The place looked so… dilapidated.”[/color]

It was the only word she could think of in the moment. Curling herself just that little bit closer into his body, Isaura tilted her head, resting it gently against Sebastian’s chest as she sought out the warmth that came from being close to him, her tired eyes lifting to look over the building that had somehow managed to stand the test of time long enough that it was still standing before them. The paint was weathered… the house boarded up tight. Windows were shattered; moss growing wild and free over the walls and the stairs- there was nothing about this house that didn’t make her feel nervous.

Turning her head, she buried it into Sebastian’s chest, hiding it from view as she stifled a yawn with the heel of her palm. She felt sluggish… tired- as though she would rather have spent the whole day cooped up in bed, wrapped up in the covers while a movie played in the background. But she couldn’t do that. Plans had been made; so here she was, having woken up for breakfast at seven, only to find herself now standing in front of an old run-down and abandoned building. Chemotherapy could put a real damper on her day… though in this case; it had put a damper on the last few days. Taking a few moments to compose herself, Isaura eventually turned her head, her attention once more lifting up though this time, her gaze fell on Georgina, her dark eyes following her figure as she made her way up to the door in an attempt to pry it open with the handle.

[color=#FF69B4]“I get that it’s something we haven’t come across before, but…  do you guys really think that this is a good idea..?”[/color] Her voice was soft… a slight weakness behind the Australian accent as she spoke out to her friends, giving way to the fact that she might have been just as tired and run-down as the house they were looking up at, [color=#FF69B4]“..it kinda looks like it might come crashing down if you manage to yank the door open too hard…”[/color]