And this day was frequently talked about as when the two headed over each house a figure had seen them and believed it to be the work of ghosts and so he took a quick picture to get the evidence.
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In a white space a soul with a human form apear look around calm like nothing, with cold eyes.
With an annoyed expression on her face, the female figure jumped back from the attack right as it about to hit her with a sense of practiced ease. Landing on her feet, she studied the opponent hidden in the shadows closely as her hands slipped into her pockets, guarding against any sudden movements.
"I mean for kidnapping and theft. Those reasons are a little weird to me." Confused I asked.
-You gained 50000 points.
A 22 Year old woman Was Sitting in her small house, reading a book. Her hair As white As The fence separating Her house from the others, Her Eyes as green as the foliage in The trees. Her name, Was Reese Cynthia Hickory. She put down her book, Sitting it On The Table next the chair in the living room. She Went to The window to Pursue her favorite hobby, Watching the neighbor's Gardener. Christopher Riol, A man With Bark Brown hair, And eyes That looked like the Blue Spring Sky had been dropped into them. a small stubble On his chin. She smiled While watching him, 'He is the perfect man..' She thought to herself while laying her head into her palm. She got her coat on as she went out the door, Breathing in the Flowery Spring smell Gushing into Her nose from opening the door Rather fast. She Went To Her Car, A Sort of beat up Antique. She got in, Having to turn the Key a few times before finally getting the thing to start. She Pulled out of her driveway before Driving to the Local Sweet shop, Where her best friend, Mickenna Worked.
Fingers move to make a fist then slowly relax. The arm on the bedside raising it towards oxygen mask, grabbing it as his eyes open for the first time in months.
He unconsciously reached out his hand to catch the nearest jellyfish.
"Are we on that again?" I asked.
At this point, neither Bellona or Ares cared about the task Hades had asked of them. The current situation was of greater importance. A test of mettle as Gods of War. They would not lose to a Human.