Kit Apparently
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“You do know looks aren’t everything, right?….Whatever,” she sighed, clenching her fists. “I hope I don’t regret taking advice from the leader of the mafia…” She smiled slightly. “If he asks, I’ll go. Otherwise…. I’ll go home after here.”
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“No. I don’t get to make friends. People shouldn’t get comfortable around me. Staying here,” she gestured at the hotel and Italy,”Isn’t a good idea. It would be better for both of you if you just sent the Italian mafia after me instead of backing me..” she responded darkly.
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Antarctica’s eyes widened and she sat down. “Wh-why would you think that? I thought you said he was being really antisocial,” she said, still attempting to stop her shaking hands as an image flashed in the back of her mind. “I couldn’t, anyways,” she muttered.
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“he invited me in,” she clarified. “He’s been really kind, and it’s really warm outside, and he hasn’t kicked me out yet and that surprises me because I would have kicked me out by now and I don’t want to do anything to change that! I don’t wanna go home…”
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Antarctica blushed, and the color lit up her whole face. “I…was…..outside, and it was hot……soheinvitedmein.”
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Antarctica took his hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice that fact that her skin was literally as cold as ice. “Ummm…alright….? Nice to meet you too….?” she responded, very confused and a little intimidated by his over joyfulness.
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Antarctica shoved her hand into her pocket, discreetly grabbing a small gun. This newcomer was totally covered in weapons of all kinds, and it made her nervous. She retreated near Canada, slightly on the defensive, and smiled. “As long as it’s fine with you…” She released the gun and pulled her hand out of her pocket with the ice. Her hands were still shaking, and her heart was still racing. She shoved some of it in her mouth and tried to breathe normally. Then she looked the newcomer in the eyes. “I’m Antarctica.”
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“Are you serious? I mean I just flipped out on your couch, and I’m not nice, and I’m a terrible person. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble–” Antarctica hiccuped, feeling like a wimp. Also I am so, so trigger happy. I don’t want you to have problems after how nice you’ve been to me……” she said, idling indecisively at the door.
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Antarctica jolted awake, panicked for a moment before she realised where she was.
“I’m not…. I didn’t….” She ripped her coat off, displaying unharmed skin underneath. With her coat off, it immediately grew colder, and she shoved it back on, hoping Canada hadn’t noticed. “I’m sorry. Here,” she muttered, handing him the card,”I’ll leave; thanks for your hospitality.” Then she turned to leave, putting a shaking hand to the door handle once she got there. -
“You will never escape…. it is your destiny to destroy them….”
Her father’s voice was all around her, weaving through the carnage she had created. The other countries lay around her, and it was her hands with blood on them. “When the time comes, you will take all of their places…. Antarctica screamed, and felt knives slicing across her arms.Antarctica’s whole body tensed, and a slight whimper escaped her lips. Tears leaked from the sides of her eyes, but she wasn’t awake.
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Sonara looked at the menu in front of her, seeing something she could eat. “I’ll take a cappuccino and your best steak, rare. No, nothing with that, thanks.” She finally looked up at the man, and barely contained a gasp. His features were constantly rearranging themselves, and one of his eyes wasn’t even in its socket. She had heard of people like him, only rumors, but had never seen one until now. She realised just how sheltered she had been, living on the manor grounds and never questioning her adoptive family. Jeeze, though, he kept staring at her like she was a prized animal…
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Sonara stiffened as the man walked up, immediately feeling on guard for a reason she couldn’t tell. She could feel him watching her, and couldn’t meet his gaze. “Wh-why’s it matter to you?” she responded,leaning self consciously back in the chair. Everyone always assumed that the ragged clothes and vines(what could be seen of them) were evidence of lack of money. They also usually assumed that the vines were black market augments, which they weren’t. This guy had no reason to think any different. She was attempting to remain civil, but her tail was fluffing up, revealing small branches and vines woven through so they would stay down. With her nerves, they pushed up like the rest of her fur, standing in sharp contrast to the black of her fur.(the tree branches are all red, the tree is a Red Willow. She is literally a TIMBER wolf.)
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Antarctica stood in shock. She had honestly been expecting a fight of some kind, but this guy had just accepted it! She was pretty sure he was some kind of idiot, though, because he had just passed out in front of a girl with a gun.
“Okay…” she muttered, neither surrendering up the key card nor leaving. Instead, she shrugged and curled up on the sofa, also falling asleep. -
“well……iwasneveractuallyakidandonceifinallycooleddownenoughirevertedtomyactualageandkindaforgotitbutwellnowyouknowsopleasedon’tmakemehurtyou,” she said in a rush, raising her hands in the air.
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“AAAAAH IT’S ME I SWEAR!!!” Antarctica shrieked, instinctively grabbing her gun but just barely stopping herself from pointing it at him. He had spooked her,and her senses had been thrown into high alert,sending her into defense mode.