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(ooc: late entry but w/e�woulda been better but damn net f-ed up on me >.< )

Bebe hung tiredly onto the silver handle bar in the bus, a dazed expression in her eyes. Her book bag slapped against her hip, rocking with the movements of the bus, the young teen already used to it all. What a monotonous life I live... With her left forefinger, she adjusted her glasses over her eyes, the clear spectacles constantly slipping from her face. She had a pair of contacts but prodding herself in the eye was the last idea on her mind. Look on the bright side...today you stop at GameStop and get the rest of the season of Witch Hunter Robin...

A smile finally cracked her less than lethargic expression. Bebe mouthed yes, raising a fist upwards in success. She blushed upon realizing multiple people looking her over strangely, the chirpy ring tone of her cellie doing nothing to draw attention away. Rolling her eyes, she flipped open the Silver Samsung phone, a little confused. Few had her number and even fewer called her during the daytime. Wasting valuable minutes...someone better be dying... She raised both brows, answering the private caller. "Uh...hello?"

"Afternoon. Is this Bebe Gardenia?"

Bebe pouted, shifting in her step. Unable to identify the caller, she stared out the window bemused. "If you called this number knowing who to expect why would you ask my identity...?" A long pause followed after her statement, she sighing exasperated. "Yes...may I ask who's calling?"

"You have been cordially invited to a party...my identity will be known soon enough."

In somewhat of a sarcastic mood, Bebe raised a trimmed brow. "Is it the Last Halloween party? Should I meet you where heaven is connected to the earth...?" Again, another long pause followed her weird question, Bebe figuring he didn't get her reference. She exhaled heavily. "You...do realize how ominous that sounded, right? I mean...really. I've seen my fair share of movies AND Lifetime. I KNOW what happens to those retarded chicas who-"
"Why can you not make this easy and for the love of everything you hold dear, let me SPEAK!!!" shouted the voice. He coughed, embarrassed by his outburst. Breathing heavily into the phone, he resumed. "There is an invitation inside your bag. You are to get off at the next sto-"

"Trust, I won't." Not waiting for the man's complaint, Bebe hung up her phone, furious she'd wasted three minutes on the call. Slipping the phone into her skirt pocket, she exited the bus three stops later, knowing she'd have to walk three blocks back to the Game store. Better than having the strange voice on the other end be right though...Bebe fixed her book bag over her shoulder, sighing yet again.

Beginning her long walk down the never-ending blocks, she came to a stop by a tree in bloom, eyes narrowed. She stood on tiptoe to get a closer look at the crystal pink flowers. "Never seen those before..." Leaning closer to take a sniff, she jumped back startled at a tropical green bird flying out at her. An eek escaped her, her shock soon replaced for bewilderment as the bird snatched away her glasses. �Oy!� She bound after the tropical bird, running through alleyways and shadowy building corners, the bird finally stopping outside the entrance to a broken down home. Exhausted and out of breath from the exertion, she waved the bird off. �F**k this�damn bird can keep the things��

�Tweet Tweet!�

The bird chirped loudly by her side, pecking hard to the side of her ear. Bebe yelped, slapping her hand to the side of her ear. Already, she could feel the sticky warm crimson pouring through her fingers. Her weariness was immediately filled with anger, grey eyes watching coldly as the bird flew through an open window of the home. Smiling maniacally, she followed after, unwittingly taking the bait.

Breaking into the home, a stunned awe reached Bebe, she in shock at the sight. Images fuzzy, she managed to make out the silhouettes of statues, a sparkling extravagant chandelier hanging in the center of the room. She looked around, shouting clearly. �Here birdie birdie�I�m not going to HURT you�death doesn�t hurt,� Taking time to calm her rage, a bird dropping narrowly missing her hand, she wondered if bird tasted just like chicken.

I�ll find out, now, won�t I? Smile bordering on psychotic, a clattering noise in the distance brought worry to her over the fate of her glasses. She dashed into the darkness of an archway, book bag swinging restlessly by her hip as she ventured into the otherworldly transporter. She cringed, greeted by an abnormally bright light.

Many minutes later, her eyes filtering out the black dots and spirals composing her vision, she gasped at the sight before her. The whole area around her was exotic, vibrant multicolored flora making up the grass plains of the area. Also in the strange new locale, a stranger began to jog her way. She paled, noticing a weapon in his hand. Aw crap! Her gaze dropped to the ground, Bebe searching desperately for her glasses.

�Miss?�

Bebe gulped, the stranger�s shadow hovering over her. Looking up, she noted his hands were full. His right hand held, to her relief, her shades. His left held a silvery Japanese katana. Automatically, she freaked, jumping back in her shock. He held up his hands to show he meant no harm, Bebe pointing a hand upwards. �Hand�my glasses. Need them.�

The stranger found something humorous from her words, chuckling. �Sure�� He said, shockingly enough in English. He began to hand her the spectacles, at the last minute sliding them onto her face. �You speak the strangest out of the others�quite oddly in fact.�

Positioning her glasses over her eyes, Bebe blushed, feeling idiotic. �Its not everyday you venture into a haunted house and into another realm. I�d expect that falling down a well not trespassing someone�s house, ya know?� She looked up to offer a smile, her jaw dropping at the elf�s features. �Holy crap�you�re like a modern day Legolas sans the blonde��

The silver haired stranger blinked perplexed, green eyes questioning. �Modern day Lego-who?�

�Eh, never mind, not important�� Bebe waved off the matter, glancing aside. �First a call from Mr. mysterious and now th�� She trailed off, frowning, the elf having forced his katana into her hands. She stared from the weapon to the elf several times, finally landing her gaze on the elf. �You�do realize you just handed a katana to an inexperienced sixteen year old, right?�

�Yes I do,� He didn�t bother to create an argument for his action or provide her with some explanation. Instead, he turned on his heel. �Follow me�� He led Bebe towards the palazzo in the distance, giving her a recap of the events that had occurred. Stopping outside the entrance, he patted her lightly on the head. �Play nice�� He smiled, turning away.

Bebe watched him go, fidgeting in her high heeled step. Furrowing her brows, she took a breath, calling out to the stranger. �Ayo�!� He glanced back to her curious, Bebe contemplating her next words. �So�uh�can I�what�s your name?�

The stranger turned to face her fully, brushing a strand of flawless silver hair behind his ear. Green eyes sparkling, he said. �Koranui�though I doubt we will see each other past this day so it doesn�t matter much, Miss Gardenia,� He winked, pocketing his hands. Going back down his route, he entered the depths of the forest, leaving Bebe to her devices.

She watched him go with an odd expression. Her second non-twisted grin formed for the day. �We�ll see Kori�we�ll see,� With a whistle, she entered the palace�

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