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| Zharia | Oct 1 2014, 07:25 AM Post #1 |
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Lately, the usual equipment just wasn't cutting it for the female Saiyan. In her mind, there was naught to be gained from smashing skulls of whoever decided it was a good idea to break into the apartment she was currently renting out in Central City. It was mostly clothes she was looking for; she stood out and quite frankly, that made it rather difficult for her to live among the humans. A green tank top with a pair of green sweat pants and martial art shoes definitely stood out by themselves, but the fact that Zharia had a fuzzy brown monkey tail protruding from the base of her spine that constantly flicked back and forth together with her unruly midnight black hair that closely resembled that of Son Goku's hairstyle. The attention wasn't all bad. There were some people who were genuinely interested in helping her find clothes that properly fit, but there was more bad attention than good and she was finding it difficult to restrain herself from literally breaking half of these humans. "How in Dende's name are these earthlings so bloody frail?" she grumbled quietly to herself as she sorted through racks of clothes, paying caution not to grip things too strongly; EVERYTHING was of a more frail material than on Vegeta and she was quickly growing tired of things breaking around her. WC: 223 words |
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| Bel Zephyra | Oct 1 2014, 11:08 PM Post #2 |
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Ooc: (i apologize for not seeing this earlier!)![]() "Ugh, men!" She grumbled in annoyance because of the grumpy mood she was in. The reason she was in a bad mood was because of how her husband could not get it through his thick skill and that pointy hair of his that she refused to be treated like a little girl. Apparently, her husband found it necessary to hire a personal body guard which happened to be a delinquent. Paul would have been a better fit, but even then, she'd be annoyed with the concept of someone watching her at all times. To get away from her husband after the heated argument they had, she traveled to an unknown city. It was known as Central City. It was not as big or populated as West City which was for the better. Itd be less likely that she would find herself in a fight with someone. She masked her energy signal to keep from being followed. The nimbus cloud she rode on dropped her off at the mall. Since her stress was through the roof, the only thing that could ease her ox like temper was shopping. Stomping her feet, she entered into the mall where it buzzed with life. She fixed the strap of what held her bansho fan in plac3 once she was inside. "I don't even know where to begin!" She shouted loud enough for some people to look her direction. She ignored them. Her eyes then spotted a clothing store that she could check out. This was her next destination. Wc: 263 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Oct 2 2014, 12:36 PM.
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