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| Yurun | Apr 25 2009, 01:38 PM Post #1 |
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This is Chimaera. It was a peaceful city, with a long, normal name that she did not bother to remember. She hadn't been to many cities. She had been quite cooped up her short life, and although she learned many things about fighting from Papa, as well as other academic basics, she has yet to learn about other things. I think it was called being street smart or something. The sun was shining, and it was morning; a few vehicles passed by the sidewalk. This street would usually be choked with traffic in busy afternoons, but the time was different, and so it was a little more spacious. A few people passed by, in their coats and ties and whatever, those who had earlier jobs, or perhaps those whose jobs had just ended last night. She wore usual clothes; at least her newfound friends in the Marauders told her they were usual, to cover her armor. She had a white loose top and a long skirt, to maximize cover. She shouldn't be too conspicuous. There weren't many people to be conspicuous with, anyway. She still wasn't assigned a real team, or a real mission. She was a gift, but she was a probationary member as well. She wanted to prove herself capable. The enemy was box-shaped; it had a glass front, and slits, and buttons, and Chimaera had never seen one before. Her friends had described it to her, a 'vending machine', and had told her to get dronks for them. Papa told her not to break things unless it was the order. She stood before the contraption, wondering what she should do to get the drinks. She couldn't just break the cover. This was puzzling. She stood there, looking. Edited by Yurun, Apr 27 2009, 03:38 AM.
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| Blazewind | May 4 2009, 12:28 PM Post #2 |
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"...Thirst...EVIL thirst...I HATE thirst..." Haru grumbled to himself quietly as he had walked down the street. EVERYWHERE in the blasted city were freakin advertisements for drinks, BUT WHERE WERE THE BLASTED DRINKS?! So many of these shops were now little cafes with annoying teenagers sipping their coffees or lattes with 9001 different combinations of nuts and sauces, but WHERE was a simple coke when he needed one?! Or better yet, a strawberry soda, maybe a Fanta. He loved Fanta. Fanta killed thirst, and he hated thirst. What was there NOT to like? Soon after these thoughts though, Haru spotted his savior, a vending machine! And it had Fanta! About damned time! But there was someone in front of it, looking rather lost. He stood there, waiting for the woman to get her drink and also observed her. Didn't look much older than him, pretty wild looking hair though. After waiting for a bit without much affect, Haru finally gave up on the woman making her choice in drink. "Uh, scuse me, you outta cash or something?" Haru asked, growing slightly impatient, though he did a good job hiding it. |
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