« girl . "Hello and welcome to the freaks planet. How can I help you?" Was that the name of the shop? absolutely not, but it seemed an accurate one.
(@LostGirlVamp)
She didn't really work there. Truth be said, she hated comics with all her being. Plus, summer was her time of year in where she was supposed to do absolutely nothing. However, she was there that morning, taking care of the work that Alan and Edgar should »
« be doing. A favor for a favor, because they had covered her some night when she had sneaked out to attend a party.
Sitting behind the counter, bored and filing her nails she heard the front door open. The blonde one immediately dedicated an smile to the »
« anything strange, she wondered why he was not running like everybody else.
". . . "
For now, and with such a situation, she couldn't find the correct words to say.
(@WickedLostBoy)
It was a normal funfair night. Games, drinks, music, young people ... the usual things on those summer nights where all you wanted was to lose yourself, have some fun and hear the waves of the sea.
No one could say for sure when it all started to go that »
« who in the meantime was forced to run, rather than leave tried to make her way to the comic shop. But her strength was minimal, and she ended up on the ground since someone had accidentally pushed her. It was then when she saw him, and more than noticing »
@LostBoyMarko "Of course it is!" She exclaimed frowning. "You're saying it's not a murder to take someone else's life? In case you were a vampire, you could just drink a little bit so the person doesn't die OR even better, leave people alone and go for animals instead."
— We'll be back in a moment. Five minutes!
That's what her brothers said one hour ago before they left the comic shop. Where did they go? she had no idea, but taking care of a shop when it wasn't her job was rather boring. And it was also starting to piss her off. (+)
@TheLostSouI Claro. Sobretodo si fuéseis eso que decís ser. —Remarcó, comenzando a caminar con intención de llegar a una zona más transitada por ciudadanos. Ahora, no se le hacía tan buena idea el haberse apartado para tener esa intimidad—.
@_Richiex Niños. —Remarcó así lo que para ella era obvio: fantasías. Niños, que se habían puesto de acuerdo en inventar una historia sin pies ni cabezas, con la que además, ellos mismos resultaban ser los héroes. O eso creyó entender—. Así que tú y tus amigos dísteis muerte al payaso >
@TheLostSouI ¿Estás mal de la cabeza? —Ya se ha alterado por eso último, y las ganas de irse no son pocas—. Sois... o decís ser... ¡bah! si os acercáis a mí, si TÚ te acercas, llamaré a la policía.