` ` hey [ m o o n ]

[madeline]

h e y m o o n p l e a s e f o r g e t t o g o d o w n .

Her stomach seemed to churn as she looked out at the city of Seattle. Heights were not her thing, but...It was so pretty Maddie couldn't get herself to look away, despite the nearly tear-jerking fear of falling. Falling was an impossible feat, of course, since the entire deck was "sealed" by a wall of tinted glass. They probably didn't want anyone jumping...Or falling. She still couldn't help but be afraid. Being up so high made her dizzy, she just had to stop looking. In mid-blink, she kept her eyes shut, and turned away from the view, looking around at the deck.

It was night time, which darkened the lit observation deck, despite the unnatural light spread about. And it was deserted. Everyone had probably gone off to eat dinner, leaving Madeline in mechanical silence. There was, of course, the hum of the lights, and the childish entertainment chortled on, despite the lack of attention it was being paid. It was...Nice. Today had been her day off, she'd decided when she woke up. It was oddly convenient, since she didn't have anything to do anyway. But her legs seemed to ache with the lack of effort that they were being forced to do. Upon her arrival to the Needle, just half-an-hour ago, she'd asked if there were stairs. The receptionist gave her an odd look, and no answer. So, the only exercise she'd gotten was on her way over here.

Taking in a single deep breath, she made herself as quiet as possible, to listen for anyone that might have been on the other side of the deck, but it was quiet. She felt just like dancing all around the deck, but how stupid would that be? One accidental glance out the window, and she would go down. And what if someone came up? It wasn't like she owned the Space Needle, though that would have been pretty awesome. So, she yawned, and twirled gracefully back over to the windows. Maybe if she got over her fear first, she could be stupid and dance on the deck.

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you got me

right where you want me

Chessy climbed the rest of the stairs leading to the O Deck. She was wearing her favorite brown hoodie, since the cool October air made goose bumps raise on her slender arms. By the time she reached the wooden door of the deck she was panting. God, how many stairs did she just climb? She lost count. Pushing her long brown hair from the nineteen-year-olds face, she shook out her her curls so her hair looked at least half-way decent. Chesiree sighed. Her back was really stiff. She hadn't found time to rehearse her dancing in a while, when usually she got to the studio at least once a day. Now she was so busy with homework she just didn't have time.

Chesiree opened the door the the O Deck. It was a little cooler up here, but the view was so pretty. The lights, the silhouette's of the tall buildings, just Seattle itself. Chesiree smiled. For a city, she liked this one alot. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw movement. Chesiree turned her head to see another person up here, one around her age. She must go to WUofA. They were the only ones up here. Ches wondered where everyone else was. There were usually tons of people around the Space Needle, a mixture of families, tourists, and college kids all trying to get a good picture. Hey, Ches said to the girl, still watching the busy activity of the ground below. Tearing her eyes away from the cars and people, she looked at the girl. Nice view, huh? Ches smiled. She was always one to strike up a conversation with anyone.

Chesiree sighed again and looked out of the glass once more. Her mind was other places, skipping from her family, to one of the boys she met today who she thought was totally cute, to her homework, anywhere but in the present moment, really. That was just the way she was. She didn't like to focus much, even though that was kinda childish. But, once again, that was Chesiree.