Friday, October 15, 2004

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I aced my math quiz! *dances for joy* Now I just have to keep it from dipping lower than C+...

And lately, we've taken up making paper squirrels and random puppets at lunch out of S-chan and A-chan's lunch bags: The first was Frederick...who died a very sad death. T_T And then Illana died at the hands of Ayame, choking on a piece of pizza crust.

Puppet count: 3 alive, 2 dead
Names: Frederick, Fredomino, Brionna, Illana, Alanna

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Hm? pt.2
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It was a nomad, a drifter, judging from his dark skin and his short height. A red braid looped around a side of its head, disappearing into hair.

Another look told me, to my surprise, that it was a girl. The wanderer was clothed in partially black, not a particularly smart color that their kind would wear. She stared at me, daring me to add onto my accusation. There definately was no fear in those eyes.

I gritted my teeth, feeling real pathetic sitting there, drenched in water that was beginning to make my clothes smell. I slowly stood to my feet, starting once again,

"I sai--"

"HALT!" The nomad's head whipped around, glaring through to the other end of the passage. I blinked. Although I'd been cut off yet again, it probably wasn't worth trying to get an apology out of the walking brick wall. I brushed past the stranger, following the voice.

And I blinked again.

That same man that had cheated me out of my money was thrashing around in a soldier's grip, trying to escape.

"Let me go, you military swine!" The tub of lard added a few choice words onto the end of it, but the uniform kept a stony face. He tried to knock the man out of his way, only to be stabbed into submission by a single blade.

I stepped forward, wringing water out of my soaked shirt.

"Excuse me." My former customer swung around, eyes wide.

"You!" I ignored him, addressing the official.

"I have business with this man," I drawled, feeling his stare on my sorry form, "he gave me fake money in return for a night at our inn. If you wouldn't mind, could I have my business with him?" The older man scowled.

"I'll have him taken to the prison. You can conduct your business...there...." His voice drifted, his eyes narrowing at a different thought. I glanced over my shoulder, remembering the other occupant of the alley.

She'd left.

I shrugged, and waited for the man to be taken away.

What I wasn't expecting was a barriontte shoved in my face, forcing me back. I scowled, shoving the man's gun away from my head.

"...the heck?" I asked, all formalities dropped, "If you wanna shoot someone, it's him."

He aimed again, this time behind me, barking,

"Jin haPiko, you are under arrest in the name of the Service! Surrender your weapons and person peacefully!"

Before I had a chance to retort, I was grabbed from behind. I struggled to get free as they dragged me to the safety of the alleyway. I wasn't about to be held hostage, ever.

I yelped as a blade was held to my throat, the other hand also ready to crush my windpipe.

...maybe I was.

The other soldiers followed suit with their guns, some forcing the market into other streets. I heard a quiet hiss, the hand slowly closing tighter.

Out of my the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the nomad's red braid, wavering even as she stood completely still. I tried not to swallow, the cold radiating off the sharp end of the knife.

If I had had the breathing room, I would've panicked. Several guns clicked, ready to fire. It didn't seem like I'd get out of this without a scratch, or maybe a crushed throat.

'Well,' I thought sardonically, 'this sucks.'

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