Quarty didn't know what made her look up but it did. She looked up to see a man in a Devour suit and a fedora disappear into streams of people. A feeling nagged at her and she took her favored bouquet. Walking a little farther, she looked down in her new bouquet, to find a black card sticking out of the flowers. Curious, she took it and looked at what was written on it-an address.
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Henry fist pumped the air,ecstatic as he destroyed the last monster and advanced to the sixth round. Jumping on the bed, he whammed a chord onto his air guitar, playing excitedly.
It was the scratching noise that stopped him. His senses had been sharpened, they had to be when he did what he did. Carefully, he looked around his door, a bat in his hands. Only once he was sure he had checked every nook and cranny did he slowly lower the bat. A flash of black was caught in the corner of his eye. A single black card lay on his coach, he reached forward and picked it up, looking at the address on the side of the card.
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James and Avery watched the perfect example of female bottom anatomy that walked past the café table they were both sitting at. Both males promptly shifted and watched the female until she was unrecognizable.
"Free again," James said in satisfaction, looking around the café at the lovely ladies.
"True that," Avery agreed, scouting some ladies.
Loud voices and crashes shifted their attention momentarily from the women and onto the two males punching each other in each others` faces. The manager soon scurried out and quickly resolved the fight between the men., just as the others started to get out their camera phones. James smiled, but turned when he saw Avery jump in a minuscule yet noticeable start out the corner of his eye.
James turned to him, and followed the shocked other man's gaze down. He found the black cards sitting on the table. He picked one up and noticed the address labeled on the card.
With a sigh he stood up and tossed his coffee in the trash can.
Looking at Avery, he spoke. "Time to go."
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Julie grimaced as someone almost bumped into her as she walked along the street. Keeping her eyes straight, she silently dared anyone to get her way. Honestly, she believed she belonged perfectly in New York. Keeping her bag close to her she kept on her way to her apartment. Smiling as someone yelled her name, she paused and smiled in the direction of it, not particularly knowing who did. Turning back she started up her stairs and unlocked her door. Closing it and turning off her security system, she placed her bag on the bag counter, she started to head for her room for a change of clothes-when, out the corner of her eyes, she spotted something that had fallen out of her purse and now laid on the counter.
She walked forward and picked up the black card that had somehow gotten in her bag. She looked at it and saw the address when she flipped it over. She deflated. Of course.
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Jenny giggled at Aaron as he hurried to find the money for their theater treats in his pockets-his many many pockets. He finally sighed a sigh of relief as he found his money in his second right front pocket. She giggled at him and took the money and went to go buy their snacks. They met up again after he saved their seats and she bought their food. They entered the theater,watching the commercials that played before the movie. She giggled as she fed him. Aaron smiled at her, then reached into the bowl to feed her some ended pulling out two black cards. Both of them took a card and looked at it, seeing the address and deciding to cancel their movie.
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Allen tensed slightly when his doorbell rang, being a self-proclaimed hermit, he never got neighbors. Careful, he started slowly toward the door. His brain rapidly profiled his neighbors and very few friends that have enough nerve to come to his door. He never told anyone where he lived. His neighbors knew but they did not truly like him, they didn't know him. Careful, he peeked out his window by the front door.
No one occupied the front porch. Allen stopped and tightened his grip on the crowbar by his door. Carefully, he slightly opened the door. There, on the door step, was a black small card. Careful, he leaned down, and picked it up. He recognized the address on the back.
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Lasare was grinning as she watched the girls work on the males. Manager of a strip club, Lasare smiled, she'd done an amazing job. Once a nearly-shut down establishment, was now an easy running work. She looked up as one of her girls brought her a drink and thank her.
Taking the drink, she about to take a sip when she saw a black blur on the bottom surface of her drink. Raising as eyebrow, she looked under the cup and took off a black card taped to the bottom. Turning it around, she read the address on the back. Smiling, she got up and started for the door. Let's play.
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Clary played her violin in a melancholy state, the melancholy shifted to a light lighthearted state, then to a somewhat happy melody-conflicting emotions following that, all observing a person's ride through life. The sounds bounced off the walls in her room, creating an isolated dome surrounding her. Three minutes into her song, she opened her eyes-and found a small black card on the table in front of her.
With her eyes growing wider, she reached forward and picked it up. The address on the back made her smile, she went to pack her bag.
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Neal walked into the home of the address he'd given everybody to meet to make sure the home was safe and perfect for a meeting of special people all over the Big Apple. He checked and found it able for all of his people, tomorrow, something important was about to happen. Checking, he found it, once again, great-until a black spot caught his eye. Growing stalk still, Neal turned. A black card lied on the table by the window. Looking around, and spreading out his senses, Neal walked forward to the table. Reaching out, he picked up the card-and turned it around.
"See you around, and soon."