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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 4:45 pm
Not beating the ever-living snot out of someone was something unusual for Christa. After having a serious issue with a group of Negas that resulted in injury, she took some time off to recuperate and get her head on straight. One thing she hated to do, though, was to sit around and do nothing.
So there she was at the fleamarket.
People were hawking all sorts of gadgetry from electric knives to hot sauce as she strode from aisle to aisle. It was an indoor fleamarket held every weekend called Destiny City Flea (a name Christa thought was a huge turn off). The gray haired teen had a little money in her purse, but didn't have any idea on what to spend it. She rather liked simply walking around, looking at the various sunglasses and jewelry people had on sale. Several older couples were out and about looking at objects for their homes or front yards.
Leaning over a particular table full of old books, Christa's eyes danced from cover to cover, trying to find something she didn't already have. The table was littered with various squishy romance titles and old science fiction novels, but where were those hard-to-find classics?
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 6:09 pm
It has been almost a week since she'd woken up on that park bench, unable to recall how she'd gotten there. A week since Breu had taken her to his place, watched over her like an elder brother taking care of a little sister until she'd regained some sort of coherency.
For most of that week, Darryl had all but stubbornly refused to go out of the dorm building. But then, around day five, something had occurred to her.
If she kept being scared, she was letting them win.
And that was ******** unacceptable.
So there Darryl was, shifting through one of her favorite hotspots - through she would admit to the name being pretty ill-chosen.
She was looking over some electronics, picking up an old game gear from a pile of random game systems. Intriguing... did it work ?
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