what....is that....IT IS!!! A RP!!! (CLOSED BUT STALKERS ARE WELCOME) (#FERIA)

(hullo)

(Salutations)

(OMGGG LOOK AT U< UR A SNEK)

(YEAH!!!)

(A sNeK)

(HIS NAME IS GERARD! RAR FOR SHORT!)

(XD NO WAY!)

("Where do you see yourself in 20 years?")

(Prolly on this frickin website)

(yeah sigh)

(Miss Keisha?)

"That's my hand," Tia smiled, though she knew that he couldn't see.

"Okay." He blushed a little. "Should we….stay connected just in case? Ya know…so we don't get lost…"

"Yeah…" Tia said shyly. "Where would Daveed be, then? If he is here."

"Probably upstairs or in the back." Ferran shrugged. "At least that's where he was last time…"

Tia moaned, "Stairs in the dark?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Don't worry I'll help you."

Tia squeezed his hand and began to progress forward.

Ferran blushed a little.
The stairs were at the back of the room. So after much grumbling and bumping into things, they finally located them. "Okay…." He started. "If I remember correctly, there's not too many of these and there's a window at the top."

"Ok," Tia said. She took the first step and banged her shin. "Ha-ha!" she laughed loudly, clutching her leg.

"Whoa you okay?" He asked.

"Mhmm," Tia responded, trying again carefully. "I'm very accident prone today," she muttered.

"Yeah, I'm usually the clutz of the group." Ferran stepped onto the first step with no problem. "But apparently not today."

(I gtg for now G'night!)

Tia wanted to smack his arm, but she thought better of it.
(night!)

(hEyo I'm back!)

(Sup!)

(Are you still on?)

They reached the first landing with little problem. It was a bit lighter now that there was a window at the top of the next flight.