MaraTwasHere
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Bonnie examined the girl for a moment, before opening the door wider. “What is your name?” She asked the girl on her door-step, not quite stepping aside to let the stranger in.
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“He believes that since my father put me in his care I have to do as he says.” She rolled her eyes, tugging at her trousers. “So I rebel a bit when I can. He ain’t my father.” She said bitterly. “My father’s in the North.”
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Taking the pencil she drew lightly trying to keep her focus on the image she was creating. When the guy to the right of her shoved his head-phones in she could practically hear the words of his music. Leaning over a bit, she tapped him on the shoulder. “The whole class can hear your music. You might want to turn it down.”
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The door opened to first period, Language Arts, and the Asian girl walked in quickly yet delicately to the teacher who looked like they were dosing asleep with their feet propped up on the desk. Sakura smiled a bit. She loved America. Moving over to pick up the stapler from his desk she stapled her late note onto his tie before turning to walk to her seat. “Don’t want to wake him up,” She murmured quietly though loud enough for the class to hear her slight accent. She sat down in the free seat next to the boy who had his face flat on the desk before pulling out her sketch pad and some art pencils.
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Name: Sakura HeaAge: 15Description: Long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and 5’2 in height.Wearing: Red ruffled high waist skirt, cream colored top, red ribbon choker with fake pearls on it, short black stiletto boots,Extras: Her first name means ‘Cherry Blossom’, last name means ‘Grace’Extras: Black shoulder purseExtra: Schedule:1st period- Language Arts2nd period- History3rd period- Art4th period- Study Hall5th period- Math6th period- Gym(Inactive)
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“Really? And here I thought ’em gobblers were justa rumor.” She shook her head, and seemed to shiver a bit. “And here we are, three kids out here talkin’ in the darkening night about just what could be hunting us down. I betcha Mr. Fallen is lookin’ for me justa ’bout now.” She sighed.
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“You’ve seen a gobbler?” She asked, her eyes widening. “A gobbler? No way! Wait, do you know where they take them children? Where their base is?”
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Bonnie opened the door, her hair down in its full length and in common clothes. From behind the strange girl flew in an eagle owl that landed on Bonnie’s outstretched padded arm. “Sorry for the long wait. Me and Dwyer were playing.” She said, and the owl turned his head to look at Violette with bright golden eyes that were sharp. “How may I help you?” She asked, her eyes coldly scanning the girl.
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“Then you’ve come to the perfect business.” She looked up at the manor that the car was pulling up to, leading them into the a drive way half mooned around the fountain. She unbuckled her seat belt and looked at him with dark eyes. “Welcome to hell.” She said simply, getting out the car and closing the door. It drove off with him still in it, leading him around the side of the house.
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She looked up as well. “It is. You’ve gots somewhere to stay?” She asked as Hugo turned into a house sparrow to fly to her shoulder, settling himself there.
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She laughed. “If they was real maybe we could. We’d be the best hunters this would know, and go down well in history books.” She laughed, exapserated. The blimp was stationed in the landing place for the night and twilight was settling around them.
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“I certainly hope you’d be able to. They run in packs, you see,” She smiled a bit. “But I ain’t believe in gobblers. Just stories the bigger kids and grown-ups would tell ya to get you to be good. Ain’t no one around here been caught by a gobbler yet.” Hugo chuckled beside her at Oryan’s tactics of warding off Gobblers. “If there were Gobblers we could be Gobbler hunters.” He offered.
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“It is not good to slouch.” She adviced him from where she sat, looking at her phone’s screen that shone her face paler. “You’ll ruin your back like that, it will come for you in old age.” She looked over at him, flipping her phone shut.
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“Gobblers. They is far scarier than any goblin. They come for kids like me–Orphaned or poor. They take them, and gobble them up some kids say. Either way the child and their daemon aint ever seen again and are most likely dead.” She gave them all a blank stare. “Gobbler will come for anyone though, I heard about a girl in city who was gobbled up. She was a middle-class citizen, and her parents even put money out for her return. She was gone.”
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“We don’t either. We just work as the serants.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “But since you’re from around here have you heard of the Gobblers?” She asked darkly, smiling. Hugo snickered quietly in fox form.
