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Post by dauna on Feb 12, 2010 21:44:13 GMT -5
Everything seemed fine, and not at all dangerous, maybe. Dauna took time to considered her options; she could go back home and do her homework, or she could take time to explore the junkyard. And since she hated doing homework exploring sounded like fun right about now. She was right in front of the rusty gates, it was obvious they stop locking this place up due to the broken lock on the ground. She could easily open it without being noticed.
"OK, now, do this quietly..." She placed her hand on the old metal. "That's it."
She pushed ever so slightly, and was automatically rewarded with the gate falling forward. "Oh, shit!"
It crashed onto the ground making a loud noise as it bounced once and lay still. Mouth gaped and partly stunned Dauna cursed herself for her bad luck. How was she suppose to do this 'quietly' when she already knocked down half the gate. Breathing a sigh she looked around, her body quivered with anxiety. She felt idiotic by doing this, but of course she felt idiotic by doing a whole lot of other stuff normal fifteen year olds don't regularly do. Approaching the gate cautiously she placed a hand on the cold material. This thing looked ancient, as though it been threw the 80's and back.
Dauna gave it a pat and felt the rest of it was sturdy enough. Stepping on the fallen part she quickly traveled to the dusty ground, checking herself to make sure nothing got onto her school cloths or jacket. She looked fine, for now that is. Looking around the Junkyard with it's fascinating new and old exhibits she wondered who would dump this stuff here. A old vehicle with engines and parts taken out of them, a washing machine with broken buttons, sofa and couches with missing cushions. It was interesting, even historical in a way.
Scents naturally heightened she was able to identify the iron and gas in the air, and of course the scent of dog. She didn't really have much interest in dogs, the wild ones always chased her in the woods when she transformed into her other form. They easily mistook her for a easy meal, especially when they were in packs. Dauna felt more encouraged each step she took. No one was here, she believed, and she had yet to confront anyone or thing. Maybe these 'Assasions' weren't so big on protecting their turf.
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