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Bad boy, bad boy. What ya gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Emma shifted under the bed sheets. "No, not time. It's not time yet, goo away." Emma hushed the sun that refused to silence by keeping a flared up glow over her face after passing the window. With her diligent movements, she skipped out the bed and landed flat upon her face, merely grunting because of it. Rolled eyes and huffed lips, bang against the tile below her, she stood to two feet. In a followed once move, she tripped over the sliding yellow and brown, teal rug before she could stand again. She had caught herself mid-fall; it was safe to say mornings weren't her time of day.

Emma blinked, again. Once before, right after shutting her eyelids over bristling emeralds that couldn't manage the sun. She stood and headed downstairs with her materials in hand to freshen, clean up, and hair prepare downstairs, so after, she would just head to the kitchen for breakfast. She walked into her kichen inside a robe where it swayed along her calves and she cooked eggs and pancakes. The day was going faster as she pre-occupied her visual inside a newspaper, soon to follow that, a crime rate and criminal records magazine.

Emma had an ear in of a lightsaber convention in town. She knew that in
reality, there was much to it than just the casual fight and win a
prize or have gratitude deep inside your bones just for winning a damn
game. There were drinks offered as well as the food that came with a
price that they would have during the event. Did not sway Evelina's
interest in going or not going since after all, she had a little
interest in Star Wars when it came to the saber part of the packaged
deal... "Come in costume or in regualar attire. NO face cover ups.
Anyone arriving with a mask on their face or their faces covered, will
be denied admission. Well okay then."
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She read over the card she had picked off a shopping center counter
and sighed. Oh no, not a sigh in confusion for a costume selection
but for an outfit for her to wear in place of the cosume she was not
wearing. Evelina sighed, tilting her head back to rest on the pillow
behind her head, a sign of considering to get away with resting until
the time to leave crossed her. Though, hunger kicked in and that
dragged her off the sofa then toward the kitchen for a snack which for
her was merely a meal. Peanut butter spread over green apple peels,
two slices of pizza and Hawaiian bread rolls with a side of Pepsi
soda. The meal was tantalizing for her, especially the pizza.
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After the food, she rushed her closet in a slow walk, yet that was
what it meant to rush whence you chose something over another task.
Evelina rolled her