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My eyes locked onto my prey. I was perched on the roof of a steeple, my sword at my side. I licked my lips. Oh how I loved the thrill of the chase. I felt my eyes flash purple in their menacing way. I stepped off the roof, landing nimbly and lightly in front of a woman with curly blonde hair.
"Hello Claire." I said. She shrieked and took a step back. She was about 5'9 and built like an hour glass. Her facial features were distorted by all her makeup and she wore a shirt that showed off her cleavege. "Who the fuck are you?!" she shrieked, turning and running. I sighed. Always the hard way.
She turned the street corner, running as fast as she could in her stilletos. I rolled my eyes, what a whore. I jumped back over the steeple, my feet crunching on the damp concrete. I landed in front of her again, about a hundred feet from her. I turned and let my eyes burn bright neon purple. My long black hair flowed with my aura as I dragged my sword along the concrete, creating sparks. "Claire Wilson, age 32, height: five feet nine inches. Weight: 150.67 pounds. You have been condemned to Hell. Do you know your crime?" I said in monotone.
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A young American tourist was walking on the road from her hotel to town. But then she noticed a body on the side of the road. He was a young, thin, straight haired teen. His skin quite a few small cuts but besides for that he looked fine. She listened for a heartbeat to make sure he was alive. Good, she thought, he's alive. His heartbeat was easy to because, much to her surprise, it was beating rapidly. She got an ambulance here as fast as possible and then the boy was taken away to the hospital.
"I haven't a clue what happened to him. He's OK, just exhausted, but I was wondering where those his cuts were from and why his heart was racing. I'll try to get something out of for you when he him when he wakes up, officer."
Watanay sat up and started to wonder where he was. A hospital is what he knew it to be for he had been to them many times.
"Ah! Watanay, you've awoke!"
Watanay looked up at the tall slim black haired doctor and asked, "Why am I here? I feel fine I don't need any treatment!"
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Opinion by
Nariko
posted
3 months ago
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"Whatever else, she needs to be painted in as a bitterly unhappy young girl with little sense of presence." Hideaki Anno, to Yoshiyuki Sadamoto on Rei's character design[3]
At the start of the series, Rei is socially withdrawn, seemingly emotionless, and rarely interacts with anyone, except for Gendo, to whom she initially displays loyalty but with whom she has a generally distant relationship (she says in episode 15 that she "doesn't know what kind of person he is"). She lives by herself in a drab, dingy, sparsely-furnished apartment in Tokyo-3, a clutter of books being her only apparent luxury items (assuming they are not, in fact, schoolbooks). Toward the end of the series, Shinji comments that her apartment is very similar to the place where Ritsuko says Rei was born. Rei's neutral personality and emotionless nature arouse the scorn of Asuka Langley Soryu, who at one point refers to her as a "doll" or "puppet." Rei is, in many ways, the exact opposite of Asuka. While Asuka is extroverted, Rei is introverted. Also, Asuka is extremely boastful and overly proud of her accomplishments, while Rei constantly states her life has little value. Their appearances are...
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