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Posted by WereCat on May 21, 2010 19:25:10 GMT -6
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Aug 31, 2017 18:09:18 GMT -6
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Training would be easier at the mansion. They had a dangerous room built specifically for these occasions. Sara had been inside it twice. The room was amazing, however going in the room would require her to ask someone for help to operate it. Asking for help meant that she was showing weakness. showing it freely was something Sara struggled with.
Sara wanted to like the mansion. She was pretty sure that there were people there that she cared for. Luke, Raina, and Sam only named a few. but the truth was she was still so messed up in side she found herself needing to leave. Sara was unaccustomed to the amount of traffic that went through the mansion halls. The traffic on the street was physically more crowded, but with less attachment to each person, Sara felt like her mind could relax more. Even with the many strange looks that she received from the norms.
Every now and then a yo-yos pun down by Sara's ankles then was pulled so it spun back up obediently to her hand. She found herself headed towards the warehouse district. Sara used to sneak in the old store houses in the winter before she'd moved into the mansion. She was comfortable there and she knew it would be quiet for her own practice. To call what Sara planned on doing, training, seemed like an abundant overstatement.
With her tail flicking behind her under the long hooded coat, she kept playing with the yo-yo. Clawed feline feet keeping a steady shuffling rhythm on the sidewalk.
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