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When maverick was a little ways down the hall, they went up to the door and crimson started pushing the tiles at random trying to find the right combination.
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Mere feet from where the tile began found the two in the great room of the crypt. josrila weaved through the scattered slabs that were arranged around the chamber, turned right, and headed down through a corridor.
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Then he landed hard on his back on top of the scuffed tile floor. pain lanced up and down his spine.
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Once again he shuffled along the tile to another cupboard. he pulled out the large box of _rice crispies_ that was one of the usual he had in stock.
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The tiles underneath cracked at the force. bursik shifted closer to the yogurt, pushing the bread shelves over with his foot in the process.
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Their foot-paws padded on the tiles of the hallway. sea-green tiles. as they walked. as they went. the mouse's tail trailing behind them ... buoyant in the air. like a live wire. snaking everywhere.
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Shadow only tossed his rose-wood eyes to the tile below them, stared at the idly marks of muddy footprints which crisscrossed in complete disorder before he gave a huff.
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My eyes stayed trained on the cracks in the tile. "aiden weiss. step forward." two steps. keep your head down.
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A skittering of a rat drew the attention of the gunman, they started unloading their bullets into the south corner the bullets pinged dangerously off tile, and up into the ceiling taking out several more light bulbs.
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Slamming his head against the white tiles over and over, my paws tightening my grip around his neck as he starts to cough and dig his claws into my wrists.
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The bloodstains from her outburst yesterday waited, dried into the tile and carpet, another reminder of how she didn't belong here.
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"just follow me," she whispered, and ... padded, on her foot-paws, across the faded, lime-green tiles of the high school floor. tiles that had seen thirty, forty years worth of students. foot-paws. how many foot-paws had graced these halls?