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Kijani: *just smiles* You actually think my powers are the most important part of me? *shakes head* Typical. My grandmother warned me about narrow-minded views.
(Granted, I don't think anyone knows she's Waller's granddaughter. Well, maybe the very higher-up government, but... yeah. Kijani knows better than to name drop.)
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Kijani looked at her dashboard as the low fuel light flicked on. She let out a shuddering breath and ran a hand across her face. She was sweating a bit. Disgusting. Reflexively, she checked her rearview mirror and got a good look behind her. There was nothing. This winding road had the occasional car heading in the other direction, but she hadn't run into any traffic for miles. It was very odd to her, to be on a road with no one else on it. She might have enjoyed the drive if she weren't so anxious.
She passed a city limits sign, but she was going so fast she missed part of it. At least she'd managed to catch the number 15, which was just great, because she only had 20 miles worth of gas left. Her running was at an end. Or at least at a pause for the time being.
She pulled her sleek, red sports car slowly into town, following signs of civilization. Lights, buildings. It looked like the only thing that was open and active. The night was closing in fast, so she parked in the nearest spot and turned the car off. Silently, she leaned against the wheel and closed her eyes.
She'd never felt so lost in her life. Now that she'd stopped, she realized how stupid her idea had been. At first it had made perfect sense: she'd maxed out her ATM withdrawals, filled her gas tank, and picked a direction. And she drove. She had to get away- she felt like her life was going to suffocate her, wring her out until there was nothing left. It had been an emotional choice. But now that she was back in her head, she realized she may have been overhasty.
“I need food.” No good idea was formed on an empty stomach. She grabbed her purse and headed out of the car, locking up and heading toward the restaurant-looking building she'd parked near. Automatically she stopped just outside the door, adjusting her expensive looking clothes and rearranging her hair. Then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Kijani looked at her dashboard as the low fuel light flicked on. She let out a shuddering breath and ran a hand across her face. She was sweating a bit. Disgusting. Reflexively, she checked her rearview mirror and got a good look behind her. There was nothing. This winding road had the occasional car heading in the other direction, but she hadn't run into any traffic for miles. It was very odd to her, to be on a road with no one else on it. She might have enjoyed the drive if she weren't so anxious.
She passed a city limits sign, but she was going so fast she missed part of it. At least she'd managed to catch the number 15, which was just great, because she only had 20 miles worth of gas left. Her running was at an end. Or at least at a pause for the time being.
She pulled her sleek, red sports car slowly into town, following signs of civilization. Lights, buildings. It looked like the only thing that was open and active. The night was closing in fast, so she parked in the nearest spot and turned the car off. Silently, she leaned against the wheel and closed her eyes.
She'd never felt so lost in her life. Now that she'd stopped, she realized how stupid her idea had been. At first it had made perfect sense: she'd maxed out her ATM withdrawals, filled her gas tank, and picked a direction. And she drove. She had to get away- she felt like her life was going to suffocate her, wring her out until there was nothing left. It had been an emotional choice. But now that she was back in her head, she realized she may have been overhasty.
“I need food.” No good idea was formed on an empty stomach. She grabbed her purse and headed out of the car, locking up and heading toward the restaurant-looking building she'd parked near. Automatically she stopped just outside the door, adjusting her expensive looking clothes and rearranging her hair. Then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Don't worry, I'm sure it'll improve with time.
Kijani: *derisive snort* Please. It doesn't sound like you've advanced in anything besides being a one-trick pony. Which would be all the more impressive if you could actually turn into a pony. If you're the advanced class, then I should be teaching.
That does make it a little better. Thank you! And I apologize for being a difficult reader.
Kijani: *shakes head* I hope he isn't an accurate cross section of the student body. Of course, if he is, I'll be running the place within the month.
It's gonna take me a bit to read that... I have a lot of trouble with block text. This background doesn't help much. I'll make do, but could you try to space it out a bit more if you can in the future? It would really help me read it better.
Kijani: *shrugs at Amber* I'll take my chances. *frowns, blinks a few times and looks down* And no, you are certainly not following me home. I can barely keep a plant alive, I'm not getting a pet. Even a talking, mildly intelligent pet.
Kijani: Shit certainly happens, yes. *raises an eyebrow* And you might be correct about American manners, or lack thereof. *absent mindedly scratches behind his ears* You're much more tolerable with fur on you.
Kijani: *picks him up by the ruff of his neck* A book on proper etiquette and behavior in foreign countries. *sets him aside* Something you wouldn't be able to grasp, as you have barely any idea how to act in this country.
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