Starving Artist

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Tallula and Chigs headed back to the station, 'Weinbergs Channel 37', and she felt very defeated. She didn't feel she was getting enough viewers for her segments and she was afraid of getting axed from the channel altogether. "Don't give yourself a stomach ache over this shit", Chigs always told her, "It will all be fine. Tallula always plastered a fake smile after his pep talks and she returned to stressing. When he dropped the news van off, she got out of the car and said goodbye. She walked to her blue Ford Fiesta and when she got in the driver's side, she put her head on the steering wheel. Tallula would probably get a text off of her boss, asking her to meet in his office tomorrow morning. "I've got to make this city shit again", she said, "Hysterical Dan and his crew need to come back from the dead, again". Hysterical Dan had been a child serial killer who had a vice grip on the city for 3 years. He had a gang of other deranged killers called the N.W.K. or the New Wave Killers. They had been recently executed and since then there had been no real hard crime. Tallula stopped reminiscing on the past and began driving home. She needed to get some rest. 

"Hey Florian, can you pass me that wrench?", the 24-year-old Reem asked as he looked at the underneath of a car that had just been dropped in. 23-year-old Florian rolled his eyes and smiled. He got a grip on the wrench and every time Reem went to grab it, he pulled it away. "Come on", Reem said in a playful tone, "Just give me the stupid thing". Florian laughed and thought for a second. "Okay, I will give you the wrench if you buy me a sub from Subway". "Did you, 'forget', your lunch again?", Reem asked, shaking his head and tutting. Florian narrowed his brown eyes and pushed his light brown hair as a nervous twitch. "I shall give you the wrench if you buy me a meatball sub. Please?". Reem sighed and nodded; he wouldn't let his friend starve. Reem had green eyes and black hair. The two had been best friends since middle school and loved the fact they worked with each other every day; just like the old days at school. Florian handed his friend the wrench and then checked the time; lunch was 25-minutes away. 

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