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Subject: superglue and a new pair of shoes can fix that


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tarot
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Date Posted: 20:52:42 08/17/09 Mon
In reply to: Ashena 's message, "into a million little pieces" on 19:50:36 08/17/09 Mon









Tarot rose to her feet and followed her down the tunnel, her heels clacking loudly against the grimy cement. Emerald eyes were a blessing, to ward of evil and seek the truth. They were probably the only reason she was still living. That and, well, the fact that she couldn't die. Taking a walk in the subway was a dangerous venture, though. Especially for a pretty girl. Tarot sniffed, delicately. A pretty-pretty human girl, too. Uh-oh. Silly little thing.

Her speed increased until her hair was flaring out behind her in a shining crimson wing. Humans had such delicate pride that warning her probably wouldn't do any good. Probably being the operative word. But she had been welcomed here by a (relatively) good man and it wouldn't do his, erm, living memory any good to let a cute girl get offed. There were werewolves skulking about here, she'd seen and scented them. And, since she'd been hanging with a vamp and his grumpy wife since arriving, there was no way to tell how friendly they were. She pulled the sleeves of her dove gray cashmere cardigan down around her fingertips, before skittering (and spinning) to a stop on the tips of her stilettos.

I'm in need of direction, Ashy. She winced, shrugging softly. I spent the night at Baslazari's, since, you know, I'm new and- well- the man's son wants my soul.

Why was she telling the woman this? It wasn't important information, by any means. Ah well. Her socializing soul couldn't be suppressed. Cough.

I stepped out to find a Starbucks and now I can't get back. And he has my clothes. And my SHINYS. You live here, don't you? Can I get directions?

And get you the hell out of here. The way you're heading will get you eated. Possibly.




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