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| Lucy Fehrer | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 22:55 Post #101 |
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The truth? Eh, she'd probably already forgotten about that little detail though it wasn't as if she cared all that much about her image anyway. She had clothes, that would do, even if they made her look tiny and out of place, all they had to do was stay on until she got home. The Brujah slipped the backpack on and mounted the machine as she donned the goggles and skull cap helmet. Yeah, it so didn't match up. At all. "I'll see you around then" Lucy smiled, a right grin offered his way before the Harley was brought to life with a roar of the engine. It... had been a different kind of experience. Waking up in someone else's bed. Actually having breakfast with someone again, because even if she hadn't technically eaten it still counted. It had felt normal. And while definitively not one satisfied being one of the crowd, normal, was a still a precious thing. Specially in a world as potentially dark and sinister as theirs. The Harley pulled out onto the road and was soon gone, carrying its ride back towards her Haven. Leaving Toran to himself. And possibly a set of video surveillance tapes. |
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| Toran | Saturday, 23. November 2013, 22:57 Post #102 |
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The big man chuckled softly and shut the door shaking himself all over and he contemplated what to do with his stress and frustration. The obvious answer, his 85" TV and his security footage. Yeah... that sounded good. Real good. |
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