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[journal flops open to the sound of... Alice... in Chinatown.]
What? It's not yours now. It's mine.
[unhappy streetvendor protest here. If you hear closely, that is the sound of a 15 year old girl chewing on a shish-kebab of roast chicken]
... Well, if you didn't want to get it stolen, maybe you shouldn't have left it out in the open, huh? Or you could have just eaten it right away! That's what you do with food!
[... police coming. Alice... spits on the ground.]
More of you dolts? Now what do you want? Honestly - hey, let me go! [a stomp, a bit of an Alice-fu maneuver, and suddenly there's a bunch of yelling... as... Alice runs away. Aha.]
[[ooc: open for anyone wandering around the Chinatown area =D]]
What? It's not yours now. It's mine.
[unhappy streetvendor protest here. If you hear closely, that is the sound of a 15 year old girl chewing on a shish-kebab of roast chicken]
... Well, if you didn't want to get it stolen, maybe you shouldn't have left it out in the open, huh? Or you could have just eaten it right away! That's what you do with food!
[... police coming. Alice... spits on the ground.]
More of you dolts? Now what do you want? Honestly - hey, let me go! [a stomp, a bit of an Alice-fu maneuver, and suddenly there's a bunch of yelling... as... Alice runs away. Aha.]
[[ooc: open for anyone wandering around the Chinatown area =D]]