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AssasSina

AssasSina

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Oct 20, 2016
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Mystery
She became a soldier of no nation, a silent shadow on the rooftops and a hunter, that sought out for justice on her long journey across the borders. "...found it fascinating to live my private life at night. Looking over the descending rooftops in the pale moonlight, greeting the preying cats on the garden walls where I was just as agile as them, jumping over the heights of the alleys, landing silently without reducing my speed. I loved the adrenaline burning in my veins and the tranquility of the sleeping town. I owned the night and the moon, they were mine only until that night when someone stepped on my territory." "...but alike in many other corrupted countries he ended up struggling between bribed government officers and crooked contractors. Coordinating the greed, he said his job was. He was a proud man but became bitter."
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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