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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 9:08 am
It was a day like any other in late November - some clouds hung overhead in a lazy dance through the sky. The air was chilled and crisp and tinsel was springing up everywhere like wildfire. Christa was in the library, finishing up studying for the Meadowview finals. The last thing she wanted was senshi life disrupting her ability to graduate and head to DCU with Europa. No, Talullah. She was Talullah. One day, Christa would start equating the civilian forms of her senshi allies to regular people. They weren't myths like she often felt her own civilian identity was at times.
Closing the book she'd just finished, the gray haired teen decided it was time to leave and grab lunch. The front counter was busy as it always was around finals time, but ten minutes go her through the line with a bag of checked out books and she was on her way out the door. An old brown suede jacket with faux fur was wrapped around her like a second skin. She didn't dislike the cold, but hated how... inconvenient it seemed to be. Layers and other things had to be carried with you and really, who had time for that?
"...hmm... pizza, maybe oh, there's that Turkish place down the street..." she muttered.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 12:17 pm
It was a day like any other in late November — except for the fact that Peter Gallo was a cat!! Yes, a cat. A kitten, really, but still a ball of fur and claws. Unfed and forgotten out on the street. Actually he'd escaped from his brother's apartment where he'd been kept hostage over night. He was en route back to where Paris lived, or at least attempting to find it. After staying at Paris's place and being fed delicious Thanksgiving foods, he couldn't wait to get back there! It was better than the crappy canned tuna his brother left out for him. And the dog food sucked, too. Not that he'd actually had dog food, but it was left out at his height level so he could make a fuss saying that Chris was subtly trying to feed him dog food.
He was making his way past the library when a strange looking girl made her way out the door, mumbling something about pizza.
"Pizza??" he gasped, his eyes wide, all but salivating on the spot. A girl like that couldn't just... ignore a poor starving kitten, could she??
Little paws carried him to her as he bounded up the stairs to curl around her ankles, mewing as sweetly as he could. She had to take him with her! He wouldn't let her not!
He probably should have thought ahead about... what if she didn't let him go...? But at the moment he was too hungry to bother worrying about that!
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