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| Sar Hale | Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 10:33 |
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Sar looked back over her shoulder, exaiming the car from her left eye, the only eye that had good vision of it. It seemed nice, but then again, a snobby person could be in it. What kinda of snobby person would want to pick up some poor, and homeless person. Let them in their house, eat their food, and then possibly, steal some of their money. Not that Sar had done it once. More or less, she had done it a few times. Eat, sleep, and then the next night, she would find whatever money was laying around, and then run off. Mainly she did that in Washington though, and of course, she never told them her real name. It was always something different. Sara, Gina, Casey. Random Random. Whatever came into her head, was her name. Turning her head back around for only a slight moment. She heard some guy yelling. Stopping in her tracks, and staring in front of her, she raised an eyebrow, and slowly looked back around to the car. And then stared at the guy, sticking his head out. Admittely, he looked good. Very nice indeed. Not rich, nor poor. But. He looked like he was fucking pshycotic at the same damn time. She stared at him, her blue eyes reflecting from the light of the car. She must've looked like some cat or something, from the way her eyes were reflecting. People told her, that her eyes reflect the light pretty well. But she never put much thought into it. Slowly taking in a deep breath, and holding it for a second. Sar let it out slowly, and then continued walking. Crossing her arms, and speeding up a bit. She kept her head down, and toward the ground. And was closing her eyes, knowing that the street was well, going straight, no turns. Yet. After about a minute, longer, maybe. She opened her eyes, and looked back slightly, seeing him still following. She grumbled some, and rolled her eyes. What in the hell?!?! Now he was honking. More. Sar, stopped, and let him drive up next to her. She turned on her heel, and bent down to the window. Glaring at him. Not saying anything, why should she anyways, she didn't know him. Let alone, why was she just doing this? Getting ready to yell at a stranger. A crazy one at that. |
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10:25 AM Nov 26