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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 22:20:46 GMT -5
X had returned to the park where he noticed the commotion going on. He blinks, realizing that someone was walking the same support unit that tried to break into Dr. Light's lab. The girl was having troubles trying to tame him, so she probably wasn't the one responsible.
X became nervous about whether she knew about him or not. But tried to remain calm, knowing she won't recognize him through his disguise. It does seem entertaining though watching her trying to control the dog, but he doesn't want to give it too much thought and decides to sit back on the bench, staring up at the birds flying overhead.
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Post by Christi on Oct 22, 2005 14:31:36 GMT -5
Christi gave a startled yelp as the leash was yanked from her hand and Treble went chasing off after a squirrel. "Ah, shoot!" She stumbled a bit before chasing after him, starting to look thoroughly annoyed.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 22, 2005 19:11:30 GMT -5
X watched as Treble went after the squirrel. He probably shouldn't interfer, but knowing how important wildlife is, he decides to get up and try to stop Treble himself.
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Post by Christi on Oct 22, 2005 19:14:27 GMT -5
"Treble! Heel!" Christi called out, starting to get a bit winded.
Treble ignored her and continued after the poor squirrel, barking enthusiastically.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 22, 2005 19:16:38 GMT -5
X picks up a nearby pebble and throws it at a tree beside Treble in hopes of turning his attention away from the squirrel.
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Post by Christi on Oct 22, 2005 19:19:44 GMT -5
Treble screeched to a halt, looking about curiously. Christi gave an annoyed sigh when she caught up, snatching up the leash again, "I swear, this is the last time I'll ever take you out again."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 22, 2005 19:21:13 GMT -5
X sits back on the bench and watches what happens next.
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Post by Christi on Oct 22, 2005 19:24:58 GMT -5
Christi gave her head a shake, "Alright then, lets get you home before you go causing anymore trouble for me..." She started forward, being yanked to a halt as Treble just sat there. She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, "Alright, I know who it was that ran into Uncle's computer and busted it up yesterday, now I suggest you behave or I'll tell him."
Treble gave an annoyed snort before getting up to follow after her.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 22, 2005 19:26:10 GMT -5
X watches them leave before getting up and heading back into the city to do some more observations.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 24, 2005 14:43:55 GMT -5
A few blocks from the park, X looked down at the torn and burnt sleeves of his jean jacket. He couldn't keep going looking like this. He'll have to get another jacket to avoid raised eyebrows by anyone walking towards or past him.
Before he could decide on which store had clothings, he felt someone grab his arm, forcing him to stop to keep from yanking whoever it was to the ground. He turns to see a sleezy looking man looking up at him with a big grin on his face and greed in his eyes.
"I see you've been walking around with a torn jacket," he said, "You look too wealthy to be walking around like those haggards in the streets. Come into my tailer shop. There should be a jacket that matches the one you are wearing...without the shreads."
X raised an eyebrow at the man ushering him into the store. He's never seen this kind of expression on a human before. Should he trust him? A lot of people walk into his store, so it must be popular. Confused still, he walks into the store to look for that jacket the man meantioned looked like his before the attack.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 24, 2005 15:19:02 GMT -5
After a few minutes, X comes out of the stall with a jacket similar to the one he previously wore. Of course, no one saw the armor he hid under his clothes, so he wasn't too worried.
The man rubbed his hands with greed as X walked over to the cash register, re-adjusting his jacket a bit to make it more comfortable.
"Do you like it?" he asked. Before X could answer, he grabbed his hands and shook it, "Good! I'll ring it up." he took the tag hanging off the jacket's sleeve and scanned it into the cash register. Grinning with greed, he looks at X, "That'll be $24.99."
X compressed his lips a bit as he dug through his pants pockets for a wallet. A nervous look appeared on his face as he brings his hands out and drops two dimes, a nickel, a penny, three piece of lint and a paper clip.
X: Sorry. This is all I have.
The man's eyes just about jumped out of their sockets at the amount on the counter.
"What!? But...but you looked like a rich man's boy!" he began running his hands over X's body, increasing the nervous look on his face, "So come on! Out with the gold bars!"
X: Gold ba...! (He "gently" pushed the man back) My father is a robot designer, not the guard of Fort Knots!
The man grabbed X by his white shirt and began shaking him.
"You little! You can't just go around wearing rich cloths and have nothing but couch money in your pocket!"
X: Um...could you...like...let me go. You're going to get me in trouble.
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