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LokiofSP said:Somewhere in Jamaica, Queens (New York City)
The girl swiftly walked through the dark streets, attempting to get home so she could feel safe. Her cat ears were hidden safely under her hood and her til was stuffed in her pants (Rather uncomfortable to be honest). She was nearly there when the sound of music nearby filled her eyes, it sounded faint and strained, like it was playing from headphones on max volume. Even more odd was that it was coming from somewhere above her...She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed 9 and 1, keeping it on just in case she needed to call somebody she began to walk a bit quicker.
Then she heard the shuffle of clothing, it was clear by now she was being followed. She didn't bother to call the police as she was sure she'd be able to deal with a common rapist or thug, she wasn't some damn victim, she was a fighter, she was a-
Wait, was that the sound of a gun being loaded?
Before she knew it, a bullet landed where she had been a second ago, she heard a curse as somebody reloaded. Dropping the act, she ran as fast she could, her hood flew off, revealing her ears but she didn't care, she was being hunted! She could die here! She could actually di-
A sharp and white hot pain his her leg as she tripped, finding herself unable to run or walk anymore. She looked down to realize a bullet had hit her, and with her mind still spinning she backed up against a wall, preventing escape even if she somehow could walk. A figure emerged from the fog, the girl felt true fear for a moment and begged and pleaded, "Dear god please...Do-don't kill me please...I-I DON'T WANT TO DI-"
She was cut off by a slap to the face as the girl in front of her removed her earbuds and looked at the girl with a smile, "Yes, I totally came here to kill you, that's why I shot your leg as opposed to your head. I'm a sick psycho who gets their kicks from killing girls with cat ears, I would stop but the unfortunate truth it...THIS IS MY FETISH!"
The girl (Not the psycho) screamed and closed her eyes, awaiting a death that never came. Instead she opened her eyes once more to fins the psycho squinting as she held scissors up to the cat girl's hair and snipped it. She examined the hair in the moonlight and nodded in acceptance, she placed the hair in a plastic bag and put it away. She then pulled out a medkit and began to stitch up the girl's leg.
The cat girl blinked in confusion, the psycho spoke as if expecting a question, "Neko hair is going for allot in the market these days, wanted to ask for it but you wouldn't stay still...I may have overreacted a bit...I was very startled..." She backed away and looked at the wound with a rub of the chin, "Hm...Not to shabby..." She pulled a jar of a thick looking liquid from the medkit and gave it to the cat girl, "Here ya go! This should help with the pain and healing!"
The catgirl raised a brow as she clutched the liquid, the pyscho began to walk away as she spoke, "Don't worry! it's not poison....I think.... I do keep them in the same cabinet..." She barley stifled a laugh as she watched the cat girl's internal debate play out on her face as she looked at the bottle...
~ 2 Hours Later ~
Jayn hit the street with a umph as she hit the ground. The owner of the Black Market Magical Store yelled a few choice words at her. She stood up and dusted herself off, "I thought you WANTED extra exposure for your shop! I mean, sure I told only the people that you owe money to about where you live and work, but still!" The man slammed the door on her as she simply shook her head and began to walk away, "Man, what a jerk..." She pulled out a large bag of money, "I don't even feel bad about taking everything in his cash register now..."
That was when the door flew open and the man began to chase after her while yelling. Jayn smiled and put in her earbuds, turning on a song a friend had made for her years ago, she began to run as she yelled back at the man, "IT WAS JUST A PRANK, BRO!"
[/media]Fola made this for her in this universe BTW...
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A reaper was following Jayn as he usually does....he has always followed her. "When will she stop causing trouble? It makes it hard for me to cast her into heaven when she dies. Speaking of which...." The reaper stares at her and calculates how and when she'll die. "Sad.... I wish it wouldn't have to be that way. Maybe today's the day I should....nah...no way." This reaper took it upon himself to be the one to personally reap her soul himself since the day he's laid eyes on her. He's followed her everywhere like the best lovestruck stalker she never knew. He does respect her privacy of course. "No... I should introduce myself today. Right now actually!" The reaper becomes physical so Jayn can see him. He stayed in his reaper form though, the stereotypical hoodie and scythe since he didn't want to reveal what he looked like in human perspectives.