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Era's
goddess
Snsd's
maknae
(Somewhere in Tokyo)
People looked a bit turned-off when they saw a suspicious looking girl glaring at the window of the shop. She wasn't aware of the stares clawing at her back.
Nope. She was a girl on a mission.
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And that mission CANNOT be aborted at all costs.
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Looking at her sides, she made sure that a certain person wasn't around to foil her ingenius plans.
Her escape from SME was one of the most unflawed plans she ever devised. She had escaped the guards using her oh-so awesome ninja skills (AKA bribery with food) but the bodyguards where a different story. Let's just say it had something to do with the phrase 'monthly period'.
Chuckling at the memory, she resumed her serious thinking session. Her once happy aura filled with bunnies and unicorns became evil with bats flying around.
The people around her shivered at the sudden change.
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'My precious...' she began thinking, her hands coming together to rub themselves briskly. Their was only a window seperating her from her goal. One measley window that wasn't even bullet proof. If only she had a bat, she could just break the damn window, take her prize, and make a run for it.
Unfortunately, stealing was against the law in most countries, and since she's in Japan, the law is twice as strict.
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Checking her disguise on her reflection in the mirror, she made sure that she was unrecognizable.
Big hat, check. Mask, check. Gloves to make sure she leaves no fingerprints, check.
Yes, hours of planning has come to this moment.
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As she reached for the door handle to her dreams, she heard a familiar voice.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Her hand stopped just a few centimeters away from the door handle as she closed her eyes and prayed to whoever was up there in the clouds
'Please not now.'
"I said, what are you doing?"
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Ignoring the person talking to her, she proceeded to open the door.
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