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 Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 3:41 am
"Before time runs out," Maira parroted, nodding intently. But she was getting angry again. Her name wasn't Crazy. Why couldn't he get it right? She should throw a rock right at his nose and make it go squish and make him say it right. Controlling her temper, she smiled prettily. She really did want to place the nice game.
"What else?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:07 pm
Sometimes, even Adrian couldn't believe that he was so brilliant.
"Well, you see... I'm too old to be playing this game, so when time runs out and people come over to give us our prizes, they'll look at me and go 'Oh, you're way too old to be doing this kind of kid's stuff!'. So, you're the one who's going to have to collect it, OK? When time runs out and lights start flashing and the co- er, the game masters come, I'm gonna run off and hide until they're done giving out the prize, OK? You have to stay here. And, this is really important."
Adrian laid a hand on Maira's shoulder, probably to illustrate just how important this next fact was.
"You can't tell them I played too, OK? Or else we get disqualified and stuff. So, don't mention me at all, and we'll split the prize when they're gone. Deal?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:11 pm
"Deal," Maira said, her anger turning to paranoia. She hate hate hated being touched. Pretty was nice but he was unpleasant too and she didn't like this not one bit. And he touched her, that was a no. Her personal space bubble had gone ker-pop. But still, she wanted Pretty to like her, so she went along. But there just wasn't something right about this. Nope, nope, no there wasn't.
"Do I make the rock fly now?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:15 pm
That was probably what sealed Adrian's fate, actually, but he didn't notice nor care of Maira's discomfort. He only grabbed her shoulder so he could keep the brat in place in case she suddenly realized the illegality of what they were doing and had thoughts of bailing. But in the end, she was still cool with the game, and Adrian grinned menacingly at the storefront.
"Yup."
Adrian went first, pitching a rock right through the window. It shattered the glass with a loud crash, the whole sheet of it collapsing to the ground. There was another crash as the rock hit something fragile, a thought that filled Adrian with glee.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:20 pm
Maira jolted. Pretty was using the flying rocks to break things into pieces, mash them up and make them sad! She shifted uncomfortably, reminding herself it was just a game, and threw her rock. She had a weak arm and it hit the window pane, bouncing harmlessly onto the sidewalk. She threw her other rocks through the hole in the window with effort, but they still didn't make it very far inside. She looked at Adrian suspiciously as she tossed a rock. He was too good at this nasty game. She didn't want to play with him, he would keep the prize all to himself.
...and for someone who was too old to play, he was enjoying himself a bit too much. Maira's eyes slitted suspiciously and her head tilted to one side.
"What's the present-prize, Pretty?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:27 pm
Adrian was throwing rocks with an intensity and an aim he didn't even know he had. Of course, this was totally justified in his head: No one liked hippies, so who the hell would care if their front store was smashed up? They were competition anyway; Olivia would be pleased to know the only other scent shop in town was currently out of business.
He didn't even notice how Maira was barely able to throw anything, and to tell the truth, he didn't care. She only had to be around for when the cops came. She was a kid, they'd let her off easy.
"A pony," He answered, making one good last fling and smacking what he thought sounded like the cash register. By now, they had made enough noise to turn on a few lights, and he could hear people running around the corner.
"Alright, looks like we're out of time. You remember what I said, right Crazy?"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:33 pm
Oh, that was it.
"My name is Maira," she said, her mood turning viciously angry. "And I don't like ponies."
He was too old to play. And he wasn't very nice. Maira didn't like him anymore. She sucked in a deep breath, balled her hands into fists, and let loose a shriek like a banshee.
"HELP HELP HELP HE STOLE ME FROM MY MAMA AND HE WANTS TO HURT ME AND HE BROKE THE WINDOW!"
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 5:14 pm
The little Scent's reaction, unfortunately for Adrian, was the complete opposite of what he was expecting. And thus, that's when it dawned on the emo Scent that he was screwed.
"You ******** brat!" He hissed, but he couldn't do anything about Maira now, so the Scent made a last minute attempt to run for it; she didn't know his name anyway, there was nothing she could do about it!
Unfortunately, Adrian waited just a little too long before trying to run for it - the Scent barely got a few feet before he got tackled to the ground. Someone was yelling at him to shut up and stay down, though it wasn't hard since his face was currently buried in the cobblestone.
That traitor! He was going to kill her!
... Well, he was if he was ever going to taste freedom again.
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