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Carrie glared at the TV set in front of her. Just for the fun of it she was writing a virus for the satellite system hooked up to it. Riley was in the back room with his "girlfriends" why she even put up with him was a good question. Really all he did was pay her to do most of his work and all her own. Well and she usually got paid for the days she didn't even show up cause he was to busy to notice. That part was nice.

She sighed thoughtfully at the Television in front of her, of course her virus would only make the TV ring annoyingly whenever someone tried to use it unless they had the correct password and she was now currently running some calculations to make sure it would work. It should do fine.

She finally uploaded it strait to the satellite system and smirked as she heard a ringing noise from Riley's tv. She smirked as it got louder. Then the swearing came. She ran a hand through her short auburn and yellow hair it was a nice change for her to get back at the man who made so many people's lives hell. It was amazing how many swearwords could come out of that man's mouth.

BANG

Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced back to her calculations the TV was not supposed to spontaneously combust. Wait...

Her hand ran over a line of her math where a number started in one side a negative the all of a sudden became a positive. She'd dropped a negative.

"Shit."

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The time he had sold his last contraption, it hadn’t gone so well. No, the owner who had paid so much for it, had sent it back to him, ordering him to fix it or give him back the money.

Of course, Britain didn’t want his money going back.

Taking the Gary Coleman toaster-oven to the garage, he thought, would be foolish. It was a garage, not a toaster-oven factory. Still, Britain had gone towards the place to bring the newly broken, fully-paid contraption to the shop to get it fixed. He was hoping that Tobi person would be able to get it fixed in time. The customer had wanted it done in a day or two. He wasn’t too pleased with the toaster-oven anyway, saying he never trusted celebrity made items. Britain had not argued nor whined to his valuable customer. Now, he was inside of the oil-smelling garage.

It was almost like an overly populated city gone awry.

He liked that very much. His smirk played upon his face as his steps had a light skip in them. He had taken notice to the buzzing sound and the curse word of the female, but kept his mouth shut. He slid the box upon the counter and coughed to get her attention. “If I may ask,” he began. “this thing in here needs some fixing up by tomorrow. Think you can do that?” he pointed at the broken toaster-oven.

Oh, how he hated Gary Coleman’s stupid toaster-oven.

Carrie glanced up at the guy that she swore she recognized. Couldn't remember his name but Riley and Toby had probably worked with him, "Uh sure I'll work on it later, just put it over there." she said pointing to a corner and then winced as she heard the doors burst open behind her.

"CARRIE!"

She closed her eyes and turned around opening one eye to know exactly when she was going to die. "Yes Riley?" she said her short Auburn and purple hair in her face, "Uh someone wanted help with a toaster." she said hopeful that the weird looking guy behind her could help her out.

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Light on his step, and a strange aura about him, Chione stepped inside, expertly flicking the butt of his cigarette into an ash-tray sitting near outside the door, and let out his breath slowly, savouring the taste of the cigarette, before blowing out of the smoke.

Unlike his last appearance, which was at the park, or the appearance before that, at the Roundhouse, he was in civilian clothes, and even his voice was different now. Though he would be recognizable as the Guitarist from 'Heart and Broken', a local band that had played at the roundhouse a few weeks ago, he was unrecognizable as the demon of the park.

That was where he had made his statement, that he was a demon, he was in the city, and he was here to wreak havoc. Where he wore a black outfit, bandages covering his face, and dark sunglasses to hide his eyes, and a hood.

Today though, he wore a leather jacket, and blue jeans, both a bit worn, but that pointed to the reason he could have been here, having drove a yellow corvette up, with a smoking engine, looking like it'd flare up any second.

He pushed his hair aside, deciding to lean against a nearby wall or counter, waiting for the girl behind the counter to become unbusy with the one named Riley. If he killed Riley now, it'd be a scene, and he'd lose his identity, nor would he get his car fixed, but for now, for the sake of his car, he leaned patiently on the counter awaiting his turn, behind the weird, crazy looking kid with a toaster-oven fetish.