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Post by Paroxysm on Mar 31, 2011 21:12:33 GMT -5
It's a mall of sorts, more sprawled out than stacked on top of itself. It had was losing business just a couple months ago, but has recently boomed in it's attendance.
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Post by Paroxysm on Mar 31, 2011 21:12:41 GMT -5
Ash needed a break. For once, she wanted to do something fun without any repercussions, without any regrets and without anyone else. Which was why she was currently hanging out in the Derris-Falafel Shopping Center. In fact, right by the Chevrolet Store. They currently had a very lovely 4-wheel drive pick-up truck on display, the safest model yet made. Ash had it in mind to test that theory. While she knew that the models never held an actual engine or anything useful… this particular store had a parking lot for their new cars directly through some nice, fragile, glass doors. This would be the first time Ash had ever hotwired a car. Good thing for her, she succeeded. The new truck was very nice. It was quiet, had fancy “holographic” speedometers and such and its seats were heated. She saw a sales person straighten in shock as the car started. Ash laughed. She pressed on the gas and pulled off her wig, propelling herself forward as she spun to face the thin glass doors. They shattered easily.
Within no time at all she had cleared the store. The screaming people were either fast enough to get out of her way or… they weren’t. Soon, she was driving the, yet undamaged, truck down the spacious hallways in the shopping center. People screamed, and the tires squealed on the plastic encased marble floors. Ash laughed and turned the radio to a hard rock station from the wheel (They had a radio control on the back of the wheel!). She blasted the music as she tore down the hallways, the truck bouncing along. Ash saw a family coming up, frozen with terror. The parents barely able to rush their kids from safety. Ash swerved sharply out of the way, hitting a bookstore display instead of them. It dented the front of the truck a little bit. Ash winked at little boy she had avoided hitting with his family, grinning. As sirens were able to be heard, Ash set the car adrift. She dived out of it while it was going relatively slowly. It sped up as it reached a sturdy wall. She watched it crash, and behind the dust and rubble she changed her appearance. Under her cheap, oversized clothes she wore another outfit and another wig. When she had morphed into a normal person she ran, coughing and screaming, eyes wide in mock fright from the scene. She melted into the chaos of the people screaming for loved ones or groaning for help. Cops searched the wreckage of the car, only to find strands of bright red hair and clothes that Ash had stole from a previous shop. When they had reached this realization, Ash had already left to go back home. She hailed a taxi and had a lovely conversation with the driver until she was dropped off by her car several miles away.
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