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And I was wired. It was too late to get any beer, and the bars closed in asian rape hour. I could probably get full ass drunk, but it wasn't worth it. So I figured a little more practice couldn't hurt. I changed clothing slowly, deliberately. I wanted to relax before bruising my kneecaps again. A weird assortment of clothing, really. Black spandex pants, with spandex shorts over it, black Reeboks, black t-shirt, and my black ninja-gi. Rach.
El got it for me as a joke, because all my characters wore black clothing. I completed the look with a black bandanna that I wrapped. It was one of those nights that I wanted to submerge myself into a motif. The props department let me take the cat-like mask before I left, 'told them I needed to get used to it. They loaned it to me for the weekend. I strapped a knife on my back, grabbed my bo-staff and slipped out the door holding the mask. The mask was fashioned like a cat's face, to an extent. It's made of soft latex rubber, had a short muzzle, and had whiskers from it. It l.
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Eft my mouth open to talk and the like. It was black, with a light gray around the eyes. I kinda liked it, it was neat. On my way out, I heard a car pull next to the house. It sounded like Pete's Chevy, but I didn't want to deal with his drunk friends. I slipped out the back door. The wind howled down the corridors of streets, which seemed to collect in the folds of my cloak. The ends whipped up at a furious pace, making the effect more startling. Bells went off ahead from the railroad crossing. "No," I said aloud, answering my subconscious urge to dash across before the train got here. "It'll catch the cl.
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Oak." I snickered at the thought of talking to myself. The train rolled on, making the 'clikitty-clack' sound from the rails. The caboose flew by, and I was across the tracks before the guardrail was up. I passed by a house with the lights on, there were two people watching TV, cuddling. I didn't want to make a scene, so I kept walking. Another mile walk and I was in a small lot that bordered the lake. Nobody usually drove out this far, and I could see them coming if they did. The wind died down, but it still threw my cloak outwards. I put the mask on, under the bandanna. The eye holes restricted my vision a b.
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It, but I could see most everything around me. Mist came out of the nose holes, and I could feel the water from my own breath dripping from the inside of the mask. I didn't let it bother me too much. I started swinging the staff. All of time became a blur, I was concentrating on not getting caught up in the cloak. The night became endless. I started to walk back when I saw headlights swing towards where I was. I dove into a small area filled with trees. Thoughts raced through my mind. Pete asian rape for me? Cops on the prowl? That scared me. I'd always been paranoid of cops since a Chicago cop beat the crap outta me for no reas.
On at a free concert. I raised the hood on the cloak and waited. Part in fear, part in curiosity. The car screeched to a halt thirty feet in front of me. No rack on top, so it wasn't a cop. The car looked more streamlined than a Chevy, so I waited. The passenger door opened, and a woman stepped out. Not the most flattering of women, but what she was wearing... or rather what she wasn't. Pants that looked painted on, a loose sweatshirt with sorority letters on it. She looked very pretty, and she looked very drunk. The driver door opened. A man, kinda on the tall side, stepped out..
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He looked like a weight lifter, and he flaunted it. Tank top, sweat pants, sneakers. It was all he seemed to need. His walk had power, dominance. I couldn't see his face too well, but what I could see was a smile. No, a sadistic grin. He rounded to her side. "OK, baby. It's time." His voice was cool, deep, and dominating. "Time for what?" She was still a bit drunk. He placed a hand on h.
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Er breast. "You know," he said. "I didn't buy you those drinks for nothing." She pushed his hand away. "No..." Her voice a bit steadier. "Can't you just take me home?" He grabbed her hand, and she let out a yelp of pain. "No, I can't," he said through clenched teeth. "Are you gonna put out or do I have to get nasty with you?" She started to struggle, and he backhanded her hard. "I told you once." He started to undo her pants. Aww shit. I thought. My mind began to race. What can I do? I could leave her here, but I would never forgive myself. Shit. I looked at the weapon in my hand, my staff. Cherrywood. Wouldn't stand up to one hit against him. Then I remembered the knife. I go.
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