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Jul. 13th, 2006 12:36 pmIt's the first time someone's tried to enter the church since she's been back, and yeah, it kind of surprises her.
Sitting there on the front pew, her open book in her hand, Beth listens for a minute.
The amazons wouldn't bother with just trying to open the front doors. They'd get down to business, maybe shoot an arrow through another one of her goddamn windows. She doesn't expect decorum from those chicks.
Whoever it is will probably go away when they realize the doors are locked.
There's another push on the door, this one harder, and Beth quietly closes her book, putting it down, and stands up, just waiting.
They can't get in. They'll have to leave.
Sitting there on the front pew, her open book in her hand, Beth listens for a minute.
The amazons wouldn't bother with just trying to open the front doors. They'd get down to business, maybe shoot an arrow through another one of her goddamn windows. She doesn't expect decorum from those chicks.
Whoever it is will probably go away when they realize the doors are locked.
There's another push on the door, this one harder, and Beth quietly closes her book, putting it down, and stands up, just waiting.
They can't get in. They'll have to leave.
