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They entered the mall and immediately Amnity became tense and stiff. She could barely force herself to take steps as she followed after Zahzi. They came across a food court, and several billion stores. "Thought there would be only one or two stores....There are so many here..." She looked around, and not only were there a lot of stores, there were a lot of people too. "I don't know about this Zahzi....Maybe-"

"Hey you!" A voice called, sounding like it was directed toward Amnity.

She closed her eyes tightly and stopped walking, just praying to God that that wasn't directed to her.

"Yeah you."

Great...Amnity turned around, meeting the gaze of a few people sitting around a table. They were all dressed in black, black hair, black clothes. Goths. And apparently they had mistaken Amnity to be one of them, though her atire and outer appearance didn't help either. Nor the person she was walking with. Great day to be wearing black... "Yes?"

"Nice tattoos." The guy sitting in the very corner of the table said. He must of been the ringleader of the group. His hair was spiked into a purple mohock, and he had piercings on his lip, eyebrows, all over his ears...Everywhere.

Amnity looked down at her arms, almost forgetting that she does have tattoos. "...Thank you." She listened to what Zahzi said, then nodded. Looking at what they wear and their outer appearance, she wondered if people are just justified by the clothes they wear. "You're tattoos aren't half that bad either."

The punk smiled, and Amnity could see that his tongue was pierced as well. He rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt and showed her the intricate black inkings of skulls and dragons. "Got this at Skin Tykes. Best tattoo place ever."

The soldier shrugged, then flashed him a sinister grin. "I dunno....Been there once....Wasn't that great..." She thought about what she said...It may have taken offense to the guy, so she continued. "But Skin Labs tattoo studio is pretty good...That's where I got these."

A few other people from the group of eye liner wearing hair dying freaks nodded in agreement. The ringleader looked back toward Amnity, a bit taken back by the sinister smile she had on her face. He smiled as well. "Heh...Cool." He kicked out a chair from the table, and Amnity wasn't sure where or not it was a gesture to take a seat. "The names Shadow." After he said that, a few other of his friends began introducing themselves too, with names that don't even seem real. Lazer, Sinister, Alexandria.

Before Amnity walked over and sat down, she reached over and grabbed Zahzi's hand, then whispered. "I thought only girls wear make-up..."

Amnity did not let go of his hand. She wanted him to come with her, really, they both looked like they would blend in just fine. She sat down on the chair the Shadow kicked out for her, feeling a bit awkward. "I'm Amnity...." The soldier looked up to Zahzi. "And this is...Zahzi."

Shadow sat back and looked up at Zahzi, crossing his arms. He gave him a nod of recognition, almost trying to look cool. A girl sitting just a few seats beside Shadow examined Amnity, then smiled fakely. Her unnaturally dark purple hair and black lipstick made it hard for the soldier to take her eyes off her. "Wow! Where did you get your red contacts?" She squeaked in a high pitched voice.

"Uh....I don't wear contacts...they're real..." Amnity said unsuringly.

"No way!"

"You're sh*ting me!" A chorus of gasps and chit chatter followed after that, and Amnity began feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't sure whether or not what she said was good or bad. She kicked Zahzi lightly with her boots, signaling that she needed a bit of assistance in the situation.

Amnity nodded, agreeing with whatever the hell Zahzi was saying. They nodded, not finding his lie completely impossible. She let out an inward sigh or relief, glad that Zahzi was there or else she would have been completely lost.

Shadow leaned closer and squinted a bit making sure she wasn't wearing contacts, then grinned. "No kidding! That's kick a**!" He let out a laugh, then they all laughed. The soldier scratched her head, not really sure if she should laugh along with them. The goth girl leaned closer too, and Amnity actually leaned back, a bit uncomfortable with all of the closeness. She took a lock of her wavy silver hair in her hand and examined it. "Wow! It looks so silver! Is this your real hair color too?"

For God's sake is this all really hard to believe? Amnity asked herself, wondering why her strange hair and eye discoloration was so strange. She opened her mouth to say something....But found that she didn't know what to say.