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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/17/2015 2:05:58 AM
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Layla cleans her body in a spring she found in San Diego, checking over her shoulder to see if someone was watching. The place looked fairly desolate.
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[b]you hear a stumbling in the background and someone talking to themselves[/b] "Who the hell crashed my spring? Hope they haven't found my stash..."
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Layla runs behind a rock and huddles there.
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"Come out brah, as long as you didn't touch my stash we good... I have no reason to hurt you" [b]the voice seems to be getting closer.[/b]
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Layla peaks her head above the rock, her scraggly wet hair on her shoulders.
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"Hey, woah... How'd you find this place? I thought it was hidden well... Anyways, names killua, pleasure to meet you i guess?" [b]His eyes scan the environment for something, his eyes lock onto a tree and he walks over to it, he reaches inside the tree and pulls out a package.[/b] "... And there it is."
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Layla speaks. "What's that, if I may ask?"
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"Ahh, something that i sell. Customers always ask for the weirdest locations as dead drops, what happened to a good old cafe? Anyways, who are you?"
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"Layla. Layla Sawyer."
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"Hmm, killua, killua drakon. Pleasure to meet you layla." [b]He holds out a hand to shake[/b]
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"Uh.. Can I get dressed before we shake hands?"
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[b]He seems to finally notice this.[/b] "Oh, yeah thats a good idea..."
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/17/2015 4:00:03 AM"Close your eyes, and so help me I will gorge out your eyeballs if you look."
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"Well, that... Wouldn't do anything but ight" [b]He turns around and ties a bandana around his eyes.[/b] " your good."
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Layla gets up from the rock and quickly pulls a t-shirt and jeans on. "You can look now."
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"Aww missed the show, anyways you left me hanging." [b]He holds his hand out for a shake.[/b] "Thats the worst thing you can do... Well second worse thing."
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She shakes his hand. "I'm not a work of art. Well, I am, but not for display."
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"Hmmm, what a shame. So what are you doing all the way out here? Haven't you heard about the invasion?"
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"I have. Stuck here, sadly. I was trying to get to NYC, to meet my brother."
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"Hmm, thats bad, so far theres no ins or outs... Need to get somewhere safe, but in the meantime..." [b]He sits down on the rock and looks at the horizon.[/b] "... Hows life?"
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"Well, it's fine. Being dirty, in the road? Not very glamorous, but it's where I am now."
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"Why not find someone to crash with, people like me got plenty of space to spare, if you ask nice enough."
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"I guess so." Layla takes a block of cheese out of her pocket, nibbles on it slightly, and pulls it away reluctantly. "Fasting. Gives me energy."
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"Hmm, always ate alot. Never gave fasting a thought. Love food too much. And why are you in the streets, if i might ask?"
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"Hot springs. I needed a good cleaning."
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"No i meant like, not living in a house, sounds a little... No sounds like no security... Unless you meant something else..."
