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Apparently, Kenjou Kaname was forced to leave for LA because of some occurences. Well, this is her VERY SHORT story.
In a certain area of a city somewhere in West Japan is an area of flat concrete, the kind of placed used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building, known widely as Spica. Kenjou Kaname waited in this area on the 10th of September, as it was a very special day to her. It was the day she DNA digivolved her Greymon and Airdramon to acquire a small blue creature called a 'Veemon' on one of her illegally downloaded video games. After a while, she was approached by two young girls with an aggressive demeanor about them, perhaps two girls are ones she has recently harassed or have not called back after a one night stand. The girls challenged her to a fight, and she gratefully accepted, seeing as she had an overwhelming amount of pride in herself.
Sadly, she lost.
Following the brawl, she returned home. She phoned her mother about the incident because all of her ego was drained out. Her mother became pertrubed by her tale, and ordered her to leave for an area of Lost Angeles. She was compelled to obey her mother, much to her dismay of leaving behind all the things she had loved, including her beloved girlfriend/fuckbuddy/partner/roommate/tamagotchi, Kiyashiki Momomi as well as her her rival/lolcow, Ootori Amane.
At the nearest taxi rank, she whistled for a cab and one approached. She saw that the liscence plate read "FRESH" and there was novelty dice dangling from the rear-view mirror. She was quite amused at the sight. She forced herself not to be disturbed by the odor of the cab's interior, and spoke only the words "Yo home, to Bel Air" to the driver.
She arrived in Los Angeles, around the hours of 7:00 or 8:00 PM, and spoke again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". She never looked back as the taxi left. She was dropped off at the entrance of a large mansion. She approached the door and knocked three times. She was able to claim her place as the Prince of Lost Angeles, known only as "Bel-Air". She was then led to a room with an enormous throne, encrusted with the largest diamonds and fashioned from the purest of gold.
She sat on it, and pondered what to do next
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What is a troll?
A little pile of butthurt.
