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| Livia Meiland | Feb 26 2008, 01:02 AM |
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Livia's hand slid over the back of a parked delivery truck as she approached the weeping noise from a loading bay. She shifted around in the dark, her wide clothes failing in their attempts to trip her up. Her blue parachute pants had patches in them, and her long coat protected her from the cold. Flitting about behind the backs of parked trucks she finally got herself in a good position to see her target. Somerled had decided to sleep tonight, which was best for him as she knew the territory and at least their sources let them know the new kid wasn't someone they'd need to kidnap. She watched as the dark skinned girl drew the weeds cracking up through the old pavement, crying softly. The crying bothered her a little, and didn't really tug on her heart strings, as much as repelled them. She hated seeing someone cry, mostly because their faces never look pleasant. Rising up, Livia dusted herself off and headed toward the girl, in plain sight. "Crying is not a good first impression." She stated, about halfway there, hands in her pockets, and her eyes watching the girl. She moved closer and closer still. Her heavy footsteps sounded muffled from under the hem of her pants. Upon getting near enough to have a conversation with the girl she took her hands out of her pockets and clapped them together. "Alright, lets get you packed up and we'll be on our way home, huh?" She gave a gritty smile. "Come one, come on." She said urging the girl to get up. |
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