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The Lone Fox.. Chapter 7_.CHAPTER 7._
(Kitsune's Point Of View)
I stared blankly at the wall of my cell, aqua moonlight turning everything blue. My clothes were just a black tee and black shorts, ready for bed. The purple dagger necklace I allowed to stay on my neck, feeling that I couldn't go anywhere without it. I won my first Carnival Corpse battle and the check for $1,000,000 cast points lays on the top bunk of my bed. I remember the penalty game that Humming Bird had to go through as I watched it with everyone...
A Little While Ago...
Crow, Shiro, Ganta, some kid named Yo, and myself sat in the weight room. We waited for the television to start, waiting for the penalty game to begin. Yo was not very happy with me, he said that I was a bitch for hurting his sister like that. I told him to fuck off and that it wasn't my problem. Crow then ending our verbal confrontation after about nine seconds of screaming. "So, what happens in this penalty round?" I asked to no one specifically. "You'll see..." Said Gant
The Lone Fox.. Chapter 6_.CHAPTER 6._
(Kitsune's Point Of View)
I've done nothing for the past two days, just sitting in my bed, waiting for the poison to kill me. I keep the candy that old hag from the cafeteria gave to me in the drawer of my desk. You never know when you might run out of candy.. My Carnival Corpse battle with Humming Bird is in an hour, and I'mm more excited then I ever have been!
Ever since I've gotten into this fuckin' place I've been wanting to hit someone, hard! Just hard enough to turn their body into itty bitty pieces. I can't wait to get my hands on Humming Bird, I can't wait to kill her! Then, I notice Crow opening my cell and walking in. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "How 'ya feelin'?" He asked. Why the fuck would he be concerned for me, I'm just a little brat after all. "I'm excited as all Hell! I've been wanting to hit someone for a long fuckin' time!"
"You can't just go in there and start throwing punches. You have to use your head!" I gave him a strange look, a mix
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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