[b]Eika Munashii[/b] - [i]Warakuma Mall | 4/19[/i]
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The insatiable rush to get to cheaper items served for little more than a headache for Eika. Uneventful days at school, a sickness to overcome in the meantime as she went to and fro between, and general aggravations that served to make her want to strangle half of the squeaking girls and gawking boys looking at the newest sale or latest trend. What to spend daddy's money on, hm? The analytical thoughts were disrupted, however, by the sound of someone actually [i]apologizing[/i] in this hellish apocalypse of sales. 

...? 

A step to the side after Eika shoved a girl clearly out of her way [i]by her face[/i] and promptly caused a harsh collision of at least four more people followed with her bending down to pick up one of the items that had dropped out of the bag of the girl on her knees. A small glance at it on either side and a single eyebrow raised up as she noted the familiarity. Hadn't she just seen this damn thing on the way in?... Eh. She'd hold it up with the expectation of dropping it into either the bag or the owner's hands before continuing on her way. But she just couldn't help but make one of those little comments she loved to create come out of the situation. 

[color=#990099]"If you plan on apologizing to anyone you bump into on a day like this, you're better off signing a death warrant. What's the point in being nice to someone more interested in trampling another person for a shirt that's ten dollars off? If you don't get up soon, they might actually carve your name into a tombstone here."[/color]