blood_red_sharpie_stairways once again Stairways go up... stairways can wind and can lead to magical towers... ones that sway dangerously in the wind and house enchanted princesses... This stairway simply contained doorways and two people that one might venture to call friends. His shirt and shoes were the same, but today the shirt said Vans... although she no longer really noticed. Her hair today chased itself across her head in tangled waves of color. They were laughing. The kind of laugh that comes bursting out when you know a secret, or you are doing something you aren't supposed to be... or are somewhere you aren't supposed to be as they were. They stopped laughing when they realized they were trapped in this stairwell. Friendship is made in the moments of trial overcome... and laughter shared... But what people don't realize is that stairways that go up... also go down. 040824 what's it to you? who go blather from