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"Sure!" she yelled walking towards him. Zeyla was happy that she got to get away from the stress of the gang and her mural. "What do you mean by...'Something Big'..."she asked puzzled. She waited outside of the shop while Jamison finished closing up.

[s**t i've got to go for tonight, My allergy medicine is kicking in and I'll be passed out really soon -_-; niiight]

"Let's see whose next on the list..." Aaron muttered as he fluttered through a little agenda book he usually carried in his pocket. Within the book several names sprung out to him, most of weird assorted and oddity, but he paid no head to this for you see, even the person with the strangest name was still a customer no less. It seemed almost fitting that his last job today was actually the weirdest one he seen on the list all day long, Mr. Snaggybottom. He could not help but laugh at the name, but would of course not do it around Mr.Snaggy or he'd lose the commission, and since the man was paying thirty hard cold bucks an hour to walk his purebred poodle, there was no way he was going to lose out on it.

ROUGH, ROUGH A dog barked within the realm of a solid white picket fence, the man lived closer to his last drop off than he thought, just across the street actually. Quickly Aaron ran to it, and walked towards the gate. He could see the Victorian style setting, with more rooms than you could care to invite people into. Most of the people who hired him had just a house, they were rich and flaunted it around, proud to be what they were. Being such, they had more help than an elderly person would have, and hired people for every odd and end, dog walking was one of them. However, these people being so rich were usually snobby and had even worser pets, some were very stuck up and some were just plain old vicious to anyone they thought was not worthy. This one did not think he was.

So like usual, he dug out a top of the line dog food can, and placed it before the old mutt, quickly it devoured it, and as it ate, he reached in and started to pet the poodle's head. It seemed the white fluff ball had a soft spot inside as well for good food. He smiled a bit, even though he did not truly like dogs, nor did he really think poodles looked cute, it was still nice to have an animal that was happy. It seemed Arron paid more attention to the dog than the actual house, but that came to an end when he heard a creak from the front door. His eyes darted up, awaiting to see what the noise was coming from.

Jamison flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed" and locked the door. Slinging a bag over his shoulder he began to walk south down 89th street.

"I dunno, he just said Old Man Farley saw one of those supposed 'Worm People' and it talked to him. Eddie and I both know that guy is crazy but Farley wasn't the only one who saw it this time. How in the world something like that goes largely unnoticed on a street as busy as Main Street is beyond me but I guess that's about to change tonight." Jamison paused as they stopped at the intersection and he pulled out a phone from his bag. He handed it to Zeyla.

"I promise I'll get my phone fixed soon, but thanks for letting me borrow yours."

Carlos and Leslie led the way. Both were moderately skilled and performed some sharp looking maneuvers on the trip back but no doubt Alaina possessed the greater skill. After nicking some food from an unaware vendor they arrived at their hideout.

It was building cozy enough for the means of its owners. City Rush had "acquired" all of its furniture from all over and as such, most didn't match. A slightly aged piece of paper was pasted on a big cork board and it enumerated the creed of City Rush along with other points of interest. A poster advertising the Police Department hung on a wall was covered in vulgar words. Windows near the back of the building gave a view of the city on the other side of the river. Buildings curved out and away to the right, then swung back around to the left as this part of the city sat parallel to the other on either side of the river.

"Home at last" Carlos sighed, sinking into a couch and removing his rollerblades.

"Aren't you forgetting something..."Leslie asked, her hands on her hips. At Carlos' blank stare she swung her hands up in frustration "The paint remover! Where is it!?"

"Oh right!" He shot up from the couch and ran out of the room. Leslie shook her head.

"I swear..." she sighed. Moments later Carlos returned.

"It smells bad but it works fine...just like Leslie." Carlos ducked as a rollerblade came flying at his face.

"What's a smurf!?" Carlos yelled back into the bathroom, plopping back down on the couch and turning on the Telescreen. Leslie answered once it was clear Carlos either went unheard or, what was more likely, ignored.

"They're these really, really old cartoons. I'm talking pre-two thousand here."

"That's so weird...who keeps track of anything from the nineteen hundreds anymore?" he said absentmindedly flipping through channels.

Carlos' phone rang and he picked up. Once Alaina returned Leslie got up to speak with her.

"What's up?" She asked, noting Alaina's sigh and pulling up beside her near the window.

"Anytime!" Zeyla said smirking and accepting the phone. "You'd be surprised what goes unnoticed on Main Street. You never know what goes lurking in the shadows that the street lamps don't cover. I mean, hey! No one has noticed you yet!" Zeyla giggled and playfully punched Jamison in the arm.

"I'm just joking. Who saw the 'Worm Person', and are you sure they aren't as crazy as Ol' Man Farley? People these days keep getting crazier and crazier I swear it." They continued walking on, about two minutes of silence passed and then Zeyla stopped suddenly.

"...Wait...they aren't going to hurt it are they?"

Carlos waved his hand at Alaina to say 'be quiet'.

"Go ahead, Ry." He said, an uncharacteristic seriousness to his voice. Leslie noticed and her ears perked up. "Mmhmm, yeah...Channel seven? Okay." Carlos changed the telescreen until the number seven appeared on the top right. "Yeah, I'll let 'em know...later." He flipped the phone off and yelled for Alaina's and Leslie's attention. "Guys, check this out."

"And breaking news from Main Street we have Johnathan Sullivan live. John?" the newslady on the telescreen said. "Thanks Christy, In a bizzare report a man named Herman Farley has officially reported seeing one of our alleged 'worm people' here on Main Street and thanks to the help of some friends is organizing a huge watch party here in hopes of officially confirming the presence of what has been, up to this point, an urban myth. As you can see behind me people from all walks of life have gathered in wait for this event. We've talked with some of the people to get their opinions on the matter..." Carlos turned down the volume here as Johnathan began talking to two young people.

"Ry said some of the others we know are going down there tonight to check that out. It's supposed to be big." he said

"You don't actually BELIEVE that, do you? That stuff is totally fake!" Leslie said, incredulous.

"Whatever, there's been other weird things happening...you can't tell me it's all just a big hoax!" Carlos replied, still fixated on the telescreen. "Plus if we go tonight there's a chance I'd get to meet her." He pointed to a girl being interviewed by Johnathan. Leslie rolled her eyes as she looked at the screen.

"Tsk, please...she looks like a new-age hippie" Leslie said, crossing her arms. Carlos apparently didn't hear because he leaned forward, a look of fascination on his face.

"Check it out...she's got the same color paint on her arms that you did, Alaina. I'll bet that's her." Carlos and Leslie both looked at Alaina to see if she recognized the girl.

'Wow' Aaron thought to himself as Mr. Snaggybottom left. He actually started to like the guy, it seemed the dog did not belong to him but probably his wife, so it would not really matter to the man how he treated the dog. All the better for Aaron, he could just take him to the local park, have a few strolls around it and be back in time to play a few video games, and lounge around for rest of the day. It was actually quite easy to be a dog walker, get all the jobs done early in the morning and just have the rest of the day to himself.

With that in mind, he bent down, hopefully placing a collar on the dog, hoping it would not bite him or anything else. It seemed like it probably already warmed up to him when he gave it a treat, and that Mr. Snaggybottom had no problem with his presence there as they were talking, but sometimes dogs just liked to hold grudges for no apparent reasons. He remembered once when he tried to put a leash around an overbite collie dog, his hand hurt for a week after the thing took a rather harsh liking to his hand. Every time, Aaron would hesitate just for a moment before putting the leash on, making sure to draw back instantly if the dog showed any sign of fear. If it did not, he would put the leash around it, and probably immediately start walking off to the local park.

[[It was his last thing of the day...seems kind of early to end it XD, meh I'll play off of it, I didnt know you wanted it day time haha]]