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Thanks to everyone who got their parts in. Working on it. Will keep updated.

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【WEARING!! • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: day ends tomorrow! late afternoon】​

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Her trip to the shop and then to the mall resulted in three very-much-needed things; clothes, a phone, and a hair cut (Reuben would not like that).

It felt good. She felt good--on top of all of the emptiness. It had been years since she went shopping like this. She had worked hard for this money, and she would continue to do so--especially if it meant restoring her pride. During her time shopping, she had considered and come to several conclusions.

• She still hated everyone. They were all idiots and she was undeniably better or smarter than all of them in some way shape or form.
• Quin was most definitely excluded from that hatred.
• There was no need to be afraid of death, as Thomas seemed to be protecting her somehow. After the storm incident, he seemed to accept that she was not completely ready to die anymore.
• If Thomas was helping her from the other side, then there was a boosted chance in her winning this game.
• Despite her hatred, there was no reason to treat the other's cruelly. In fact, the opposite should be happening--as the majority of them seemed capable of benefiting her in some way. In other words, those with nothing to offer her deserved the full blast of her true feelings. They should know just how useless they are. However, those who can be used to her advantage should be treated with kindness--this will prevent her from wondering how she should treat people. Worthless until proven otherwise.
• Being around them started to change her, because she spent more time reconsidering everything based off of their feelings instead of being confident in her own like before. She should not let them confuse her any longer.
• Bonding and..."friendship"...was a good thing! She wanted to have someone to jump in-front of an arrow for her if anything like what happened to Quin were to happen again.
• She would kill if she had to kill. She would fuck if she had to fuck. Anything necessary.

And so it begun, again. These evaluations...She would have to be smart about this if she planned on surviving--but she couldn't suppress everything anymore. She figured she may change her mind about some things in the future, but until then, this is the way she would play. She could only hope that it would provide interesting for Crestatia.

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"I am home, Reuben."

She slipped her wet shoes off by the door, burying her nose deeper into her scarf as the usual scents of Reuben's apartment assaulted her.

"What's all this?" His tone was sharp and a bit sarcastic; green eyes from the loveseat locked on the bags she was carrying. "Jesus, how much did you make last night?"

She bit her tongue hard. Reuben was paid, and then he paid her--that was how things worked, for the most part. But he wasn't her pimp, and she was very used to sneaking off and making a few on the side. It was especially easy to do so at a party, or a club. She was grateful that all of her ... clients ... thus far had been pretty decent human beings. They came with the money.

It just took a bit of persuasion and then she was paid. Reuben had yet to introduce her to a less timid crowd--as he was secretly just as timid. Drugs, alcohol, sex. It was simple. They were usually pretty normal young people just looking for a good time. The college crowd. It was incredibly easy work...Especially when they were emotional. She visibly sulked upon remembering the various instances of crying and emotional vents that had been thrown at her.

Reuben accepted her silence and whipped out a cigarette.

"Want one?"

She set her bags down against the wall and shrugged off her jacket, nodding. His eyes followed her and he pat the cushion next to him. She sat obediently and parted her lips to accept the stick-of-cancer. He lit it and then lit his own, staring down at the coffee table. She didn't know why he was home, or why he was just sitting here. It was a little creepy so she tried to take her mind off of it by inhaling deeply and leaning back into the disgusting couch. It baffled her. She knew she wasn't the only girl he had around, so she wondered what exactly he put all of his money into if not his apartment. Her mind flashed back to his Lexus and she nearly let a chuckle escape her.

"When are you going home?"

"...Do you want me out?"

"Sometimes." He grinned, but she didn't see it. "I'd help you get your own place, but you're not old enough. You're sixteen, right? You can't stay here forever. "

"Not planning to."

"Then...?"

"I'll go back home soon."

There was a bit of silence, and then he exhaled in a way she couldn't tell apart from a sigh. This was fucking awkward. She pulled her scarf away from her neck, as being so close to...him...was warming her up. Reuben glanced at her...Then his eyes flashed.

"Jesus! Your hair!"

"Yes, my hair."

"Why? It was so long and...pretty! God damn! ...Now you look like a lesbian."

She couldn't help but genuinely laugh. She turned herself to face him and smiled, blowing a puff of the scent that made her want to hurl his way.

"You don't think I'm pretty anymore, Reu?" She purred, removing the cigarette from her mouth and dragging her tongue slowly over her pouting top lip. His face went pale and he turned away, suddenly beginning to bounce one of his legs up and down to no particular rhythm. The end of his cigarette went red and he snorted.
They sat there in a more comfortable silence now, oddly. She was happy to have missed out on the rage that could have been.

"...You tired?"

"I am."

"You can sleep with me in the bedroom, then. Instead of out here. If you want."

I'm probably not going to extend it completely because I only really have one person with a reason that's actually that they can't post. But I'll extend when the next day begins. Instead of at midnight, I'll give you guys until 5pm my time 12/16/12 to end the day.