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Scenario 1: Times are hard, especially when you are running from the police. You find yourself running on the streets of New York, booking it like your life depended on it. And truly, it did. Two cops were just on your tail, chasing you down with so much more stamina than you. So you had to loose them and quick. Takin a sharp turn into an alleyway like the smart person you are, knowing full and well that nothing good happens in alleyways. The moment you begin running down the alley, glancing over your shoulder to check if the cops were still on your tail, you run into something, and quite harshly you might add. Dazed, you stumble, trying to gain your balance before you could fall. After fixing yourself, you realize you had bumped into someone, and not a large brick wall like it felt like. Said person gaze down at you, unaffected by the way you slammed into him. He rose an eyebrow, a smile curving into his features while his crimson eyes bore into your own. "Something the matter, Miss?"

Scenario 2: Make it up!