Confidently, she strides towards the entrance, the glitter on her tight black dress shimmering in the moonlight.
Shoulders back, head level, she smiles ever so slightly, her eyes landing on the nervous looking boy seated at the registration desk. His eyes widen as he notices her.
"Hi. Ticket please?" he asks as he jolts upwards, nervously adjusting his thick glasses.
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Ghostly's rambles and/or daily journal entries. Now featuring poorly written universe details, story-lines, and character designs.
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