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'Fijoshi'....'Otaku'....'Fangirl'.... These were words with a biting meaning to them. Words, that in all reality, should slice through the heart and cut down pride. But there were a few, so lost in the deep forests of daydreams, the wore them like badges of honor. Used them as tools to defend and help wall up all vulnerability and all temptations that could lead to a crushed heart.

She'd never let someone break her heart. So instead she loved people who only existed on screens and in the mind. Dal Yoon, or Dallie as some called her, wore her cat ears like one might wear armor in battle. The world was cruel and so she distanced herself as much as she could, till she was someone who lived and loved only in dreams and fantasy.

With a hum on those full blossoming lips, she walked with a bounce, tilting her head from side to side, her little tune guiding her down the street. She was on the shorter side for a young woman in her twenties, her dyed blonde hair a short and wild bob with bangs than almost hid her eyes. And those eyes. They were brown and yet they seemed to change color slightly, with her ever changing moods. Right now they were on the honey-gold side, gleaming and glistening with her contentment. But beware whoever saw those eyes of her turn a deep ambered red, for even a sweet little thing like her could get angry.

On her way to work, [color=0072bc]the arcade[/color], she let her short skirt flutter about her thighs. She was in her usual schoolgirl inspired getup. And with such a cherub youthful face, she could easily pass for a high schooler... If not for her tendency to pursed those lips and fluttered those eyes in mischievous flirtation. 

Something was missing.

The day should be a happy one. She liked her work. She liked walking to her work. And she certainly liked that the newest otome game character storyline (Hikaru Dokomiru from LoveME High Host Club) was being updated today at precisely  9:45pm. So today, what with work and her walk and her date tonight at 9:45pm, she should be over joyed. 

But something was always missing, wasn't it?

It had been missing, whatever it was, since she had turned sixteen. Something about that awful age just changed people from happy children to age-mutants that craved intense emotion. Neither child nor adult, they thirsted for intensity like a ecchi-maid thirsted for her master's compliments. Running a hand through the tendrils of her hair, she contemplated getting another new game on her way home from work. That might cheer her up. Or maybe she could start a new K-Drama. That always lifted her spirits, especially when she paired it with some nice kimchi and a fizzy Pike's Hard Lemonade.

Yes! She'd have to do all three now! Just thinking about it lifted her spirits and she practically skipped down the sidewalk. But just as she was giggling giddily to herself about her clever plan, [color=ed145b]crossing the street, a speeding car screamed at her, racing right at her[/color]. [@Chaotic Chao] Eyes open wide, but not yet comprehending what was happening, all she could do was stare at the Mustang that sped straight for her, like a blood-thirsty predator with a prey in its sights.

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