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Post by Harper Pruitt on Jun 21, 2015 23:33:19 GMT
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Harper stared up at the blue sky as she walked along. She had her earbuds in, listening to music and trying not to pay too much attention to the outside world. It was a bit dangerous to be out in the town without any real protection or way to know if someone was trying to contact her, but she was waiting for Seamus to finish doing something, which meant wandering around and exploring. After her fall from the tree, they had spent a few days in the pokemon center. Harper's ankle was wrapped and she had to take pills to keep her back from hurting her, but altogether, she was right as rain. Not much abuse to her body over the years had somehow saved her from the regular injuries that a worn and torn body might receive. Bobbing her head, she limped around the corner of one of the shops, and found herself staring into the window at all the fabulous dresses that presented themselves to her, begging to be bought. A few seconds of hearing her mind torture her over her spending habits, and how she needed to save if she was going to rebuild her family empire, and she shook free the thoughts of going in to buy things. As she turned to move away from the shop, she gasped as she collided with a body that had come from seemingly nowhere. She opened her mouth, so startled that she had forgotten she had no voice, and rasped out a squeaking, high-pitched noise that sounded much like a screech from a bird. Blushing, she instead just bowed to the person and tried to convey her apology that way, instead. MADE BY ★MEULK OF THQ
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