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The bus slid to a halt with a squeal of breaks as Fara stood and made her way forward towards the doors; stepping from the warm bus into the cooler night air, she shivered slightly, more as a reflex than anything else. Adjusting the collar of the slightly-to-large men’s long-sleeved shirt, she stuck her earbuds in for the walk from her bus stop to work.

Her hair back in a simple ponytail, a plain blue t-shirt under her long-sleeve, a pair of nearly thread bare jeans a battered messanger bag for an oversized purse and some very well worn Converse, Fara was pretty much the reference image of ‘Broke Collage Student’, not that such a thing really bothered her. Reaching work, she opened the door while singing to herself. [colour=1F7334][i]”Baptized in a firefight/Hot blood running cold as ice/Forty four minutes of target practice/All hell's breaking loose…”[/i][/colour] Nodding a greeting to the few remaining evening shift staff that were still leaving, she did her best [I]not[/I] to roll her eyes as she spotted Matina helping herself to a muffin.

Leaving her co-worker to her ‘theft’, she stepped into the back to drop her stuff and put on her apron that she’d stuffed into her bag. She was still singing to herself, though this time without the music in her ears, as she came back into the front.[colour=1F7334][i]”Standard police issue guns were just not enough/But SWAT arrived and settled the fight/Between AK-47 and AR-15.”[/i][/colour] Tying off her apron, she then redid her ponytail, taking a moment to scratch her head as she did so. [colour=1F7334][b]”Evening Matina,”[/b][/colour] She said finally. [colour=1F7334][b]”Have the muffins gotten any better?”[/b][/colour] As muffins went they weren’t all that great in her opinion.