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[b]"Bit of an overreaction, dontcha think?"[/b]

From the gloom of the arcade stepped forth a girl that could only be described as [i]battered[/i]. Dark bruises showed up even against her dark skin, as strands of black hair clung limply against a sweat-slicked face. Her eyes, an uncommon blue amongst the citizenry of Japan, were heavily bagged with sleep deprivation, while the steps she took were slow, deliberate. Perhaps to hide a sprain or a limp. Though she looked similar in age to Homura herself, the difference in their chosen attire couldn't be any more different.

Homura dressed for appearances. This blue-eyed strange, cradling unnamed injuries though? She dressed for the outdoors. Zip-off cargo pants and mud-stained sneakers for her bottom; a rainproof jacket zipped all the way up for her top. The smell of dirt and sawdust accompanied the faint undertone of dried blood, and perhaps it was only her youthfulness that made her appear harmless despite such a exterior.

Strange shadows were cast upon her face as the fluorescence of the claw machine illuminated her, and she placed a closed fist against the plastic border separating girl from bear.

[b]"Which one?"[/b]