jadec101
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- Posted: Wed, 21 Oct 2009 01:04:36 +0000


Crystal sighed as she quickly ran out of her house, her mother's complaints following her as she walked through the front door. "...Human! And don't come back until you do! If you do..." Her mother's voice trailed off as the girl jogged around randomly in town. After another moment or two, the girl found herself passing by her favorite store in all of Wonderland: the bakery. Stopping to face the shop's window's directly to her right, the neko stared at the pastries on the display, and even though she knew very well that the displayed pastries were plastic (She knew from a past experience...), Crystal still yearned for something sweet and quickly obtainable. Patting her secret pockt in the wrap around her waist, she only found one seed, hardly worth anything, although it might be worth a crum or a sprinkle on one of those cute little cupcakes. Hmm...What to do then? She asked herself the question even though she already knew the answer, since the owner didn't exactly always remember that she could shapeshift. Not that he would know. Without another thought, the girl ran into a dark alleyway, dispite the obvious fact that it was 10 A.M.
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Moments later, a cute little innocent teenager calmly walked out of the dark alleyway, and looked both ways when revealed in the faint light, as if the girl was watching for traffic. Even though that little fact is very unlikely there at Wonderlang, the little teen liked to acknowledge mundance factors such as that of cars. This time, as she walked back to the bakery, the girl did not approach the window; instead the 'angel' (As she often liked to refer to this form as) walked directly through the door into the bakery, though when inside she sayed near the door, not a step away from the closest exit.
~*~*~
Moments later, a cute little innocent teenager calmly walked out of the dark alleyway, and looked both ways when revealed in the faint light, as if the girl was watching for traffic. Even though that little fact is very unlikely there at Wonderlang, the little teen liked to acknowledge mundance factors such as that of cars. This time, as she walked back to the bakery, the girl did not approach the window; instead the 'angel' (As she often liked to refer to this form as) walked directly through the door into the bakery, though when inside she sayed near the door, not a step away from the closest exit.

