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[Renae Walsh]

Renae walked down the hall in one of her normal spring outfits. She had on her 3-inch black heels, and knee length black skirt, and a tight, slightly low-cut, white top. She never really knew why, but these were comfortable for her, probably from wearing heels a lot in high school and college. Her brown hair waws straightened and a smile was on her face.

Her school day was basically finished, since all of her classes were finished and swim practice was over with no to long ago. School had just let out, so a few students were running out to buses or a car. Renae, however, was headed to her classroom to grab her laptop, since she had forgotten to put it in her bag before leaving for swim practice.

After she had found her room, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. She stepped inside, her heels stopping their loud clicking, because of stepping on carpet now. after a few moments of looking, she found it and placed it back in her bag. She then headed out the door, so she could finally leave her place of work.

Her heels returned to clicking, since the tile had now returned as the ground below her. However, she was soon halted by the sight of a pen falling from her bag. Being a teacher, she was handing out writing utensils a lot, so she needed to keep all the ones she could get. She bent over to pick it up and then heard a voice behind her, so she cocked her head to where the voice came from after she returned to standing position.

[Inspired]

Aurora's footsteps were quiet, even in the empty halls, cushioned by her soft-soled shoes. She wasn't exactly sure why she was still roaming the building at this point - it was well after classes had let out and she hadn't assigned any detentions for tonight. Yet she still wondered around the school, becoming hopelessly mired in awe at the architecture and the various art pieces tucked away. Up and down the staircases, around the hallways, peeking into classrooms that had never been and never would be her own.

She was so lost in her thoughts that at first she didn't register the fact that she was not only on the fourth and final floor of South Braxton, but that she was not alone. This in itself didn't especially bother her, she was fairly comfortable in her own skin and more than capable of handling a co-worker, but the idea that she hadn't been alone had startled her.

After a moment, she wavered and then started toward her co-worker, whom she had never seen before - being three floors down below in the wing of a completely different subject. However, this made her curious, and her hazel eyes warmed with a friendliness born from her small-town upbringing. As she got closer her voice echoed through the halls, a gentle "Hey," that was more or less a greeting to alert the other. It is only after she has come close enough to stick out her hand for a handshake that she speaks again, her voice warmer now. "Hi, I'm Aurora Kilian, what's your name?"

ooc; so I figured I'd bring her in and I apologize for it's... crappiness. =]