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Posted by gorgon on Nov 1, 2005 22:21:41 GMT -6
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Gorgon huddled in a bathroom stall in Grand Central Station, hiding. Fuming. Someone like her, reduced to such behavior. It stung.
After her stunt in Times Square, she had hid, reflecting, somewhat surprised, at how she had behaved. She was not horrified at her actions, or even shocked. Mildly surprised.
Absently, she pulled at the somewhat ragged threads that made up her current outfit. She tiched, disapprovingly, when she realized how ratty she looked. Thinking, she remembered seeing shops on the way into this place. She decided she would look in some of those for clothing.
Slipping from the bathroom, she made her way into a store. Or tried to, at least.
"Excuse me? I can't let you in." A floor attendant stopped her, thinking her to be a homeless person looking for a place to stay.
Gorgon turned slowly, and glared at the young woman, who, when Gorgon looked her in the face, went wide eyed and squeaked in fright... before she turned into stone. Gorgon twisted free from the statue, and went her way into the store, to find clothing.
To the credit of the people in the store, they stayed out of her way, trying to get out of the store as quickly as possible after seeing what she did.
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Posted by dracos on Mar 9, 2006 17:25:23 GMT -6
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Dracos walks in, and immediately proceeds to the lockers. He finds locker 364 and sits down at the bench in front of the locker, staring at the keypad. He could easily melt the locker open, but, rather than risk angering his employer, decided to figure out the code. He suddenly remembers something. Dracos opens the bag and reads the cats name tag. Sure enough, below the name, there is a four digit number. He keys it in, and zips the bag back up, with the cat inside. The locker pops open, revealing yet another duffel bag. One quick look inside reveals that it is his payment. He switches out the two bags, and promptly walks away, knowing that someone was waiting to retrieve the cat.
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