romamaro
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Isabella carefully eyed the shivering tail, trying to suppress the shiver that threatened to roll down her spine. Tia creeped her out normally, but the glint in her eyes—excitement—was enough to nearly push her over the edge. But Isabella really couldn't say anything; she was just as excited to finally get something good to eat.
She nodded slightly at Tia, then moved towards the main street. Coming out of the alley, she found herself standing between two stores, both closed. Looking around, she saw that every store was shut just the same. Brow furrowed, she ducked back into the alleyway, just out enough that she could see who was coming. To the right, the street turned, meaning that you couldn't see whatever celebration was going on over in that direction.
The street was deserted. Well, mostly deserted. A little ways down, a plump, auburn–haired man locked up a shop. He tucked the keys into a pocket in his jacket, checked his long, curly hair in the shop window, then started walking down in the way of the festivities, towards Isabella.
She ducked fully into the alley, holding her breath. She'd wait until she could hear footsteps. She'd wait, she'd wait...
Oh, screw it. She was too hungry.
"Help!" she called, just loud enough so that it wouldn't be heard out of the street. Once more for good measure. "Help!"
Then, she turned tail and ran into the alley system. She kept her pace slow at first, until she could hear the man running behind her, shouting back, "hey! Wait!" Then she sped up, careful not to run into any dead ends, and just waiting for Tia to come out of nowhere and clean it all up.
She nodded slightly at Tia, then moved towards the main street. Coming out of the alley, she found herself standing between two stores, both closed. Looking around, she saw that every store was shut just the same. Brow furrowed, she ducked back into the alleyway, just out enough that she could see who was coming. To the right, the street turned, meaning that you couldn't see whatever celebration was going on over in that direction.
The street was deserted. Well, mostly deserted. A little ways down, a plump, auburn–haired man locked up a shop. He tucked the keys into a pocket in his jacket, checked his long, curly hair in the shop window, then started walking down in the way of the festivities, towards Isabella.
She ducked fully into the alley, holding her breath. She'd wait until she could hear footsteps. She'd wait, she'd wait...
Oh, screw it. She was too hungry.
"Help!" she called, just loud enough so that it wouldn't be heard out of the street. Once more for good measure. "Help!"
Then, she turned tail and ran into the alley system. She kept her pace slow at first, until she could hear the man running behind her, shouting back, "hey! Wait!" Then she sped up, careful not to run into any dead ends, and just waiting for Tia to come out of nowhere and clean it all up.