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Post by Yulia Sokolov on Jun 18, 2016 1:57:53 GMT -7
Yulia smiled. She was glad everything worked out, and more than that, that this guy was being completely honest. Despite that, she still couldn't shake how creeped out she was, even if it was starting to look like he didn't deserve it. First impressions were hard to shake. On top of that, there was the situation with the car and the paramedics. The entire situation was still uncomfortable and Yulia was glad to finally have an excuse to remove herself from it. He found what he was looking for, Yulia herself was fine, she had homework and studying to do.
"Oh, I'm just someone he happened to bump into," Yulia raised her hands in front of her chest and shook them. "I'm glad you found what you were looking for."
She smiled, waved, and turned around. Her house was only a few minutes from here even if she walked slowly, so there was no reason to go out of her way to get there quickly. A brisk walk would do fine.
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Jun 20, 2016 13:05:43 GMT -7
With his USB back to his hand, Edgar felt very relief as he put it back to his pocket.
“Y-You didn’t take a peak in them, right?” he asked the girl he just met.
He didn’t really put anything shady in the USB; it simply contain most of his personal journal entries, ideas for his fiction stories, and some embarrassing secret that he put them into small poetry couplets.
He then turned to the girl he met at the park when she spoke and began to leave:
“Thank you, kid,” He waved to her, “sorry about causing you any trouble; hope you feel better soon.”
He then focused his attention to the car accident; he still has a job to do, so he gets his camera ready after he turned to the hooded girl:
“Nevertheless, thank you for returning my USB.”
With that, he approached the accident site with his camera out and began to take the photo of the wreck. The paramedic seems to have stabilized the driver and getting ready to take him to the ER close-by. The police that just arrived finally get the crowd under control and begin to ask around for witness statement about what happen. He looked back at the blue-haired girl that the car nearly hit her.
“Perhaps it’s for the best,” he thought to himself. If the polices would ask him about what he saw, he will omit the part about the car almost hit someone. She might not seems like it, but he can tell she have enough thought in her mind to worry about, and she just to want to be left alone right now. The last thing she need now is some officers berate her with uncomfortable questions about the accident.
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Jun 20, 2016 13:50:21 GMT -7
Samantha shook her head empatheticly, "Nope, I'm curious, but not that curious." Her eyes glittered, but it mostly seemed to be an excess of energy, not mischief.
She waved awkwardly as the girl started walking away, eyes fogging as she considered how she looked, she'd seen her before, didn't she?
She snapped out of it as the horrendous scent of blood made itself known, having been nearly covered by burning metal. She slapped a hand against her mouth and nose, eyes watering, God that was bad! She could barely look without her stomach twisting, much less take a picture of it!
She didn't even say a proper goodbye before the servey man was swarmed by police officers, instead she would have to settle with an obvious thumbs-up before pulling up her hood and wandering away.
As soon as she was out of school bounds, she let out a piercing whistle, much like a bird. Immediately, she was surrounded by mutts and strays, pushing each other to be first to greet her, "Hey buddy." She chuckled as she patted each and everyone on the head, "Miss me?" Of course, they didn't answer, but it was the thought that counted, right!?
She leaned against the wall and scratched experimentally at her side, underneath her thick hoodie, her ribs blantly poked out of her flesh, "Hope you guys are good and ready," Her voice dropped to a growl, "'Cause I'm hungry."
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