Snippet #4141

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Christi subconsciously felt herself step to the side a little to let a girl come beside her to read the ballot paper. She read them aloud and Christi recognized the voice to be Isamune "Izzy" Takata's. Without realizing it, Christi's fingers became restless upon this realization. She wasn't afraid of Izzy, but Izzy's reputation was one to be aware of. Izzy was a drug dealer and quite the popular 'go-to' person. She was also known to be bisexual and it was clear in the way she dressed. Christi was not too different in terms of dress, but she sometimes stayed to the more form fitting t-shirts rather than the baggy ones. That was the exact opposite for her shorts though.

Looking down again, Christi sighed, taking a step back from the ballot box. Her shorts were quite the bloody mess and this did not please her; although, neither did her blood covered legs. Always one to show off her toned legs, she was deeply disappointed that now they looked repelling. She held out her hands, which were slightly torn and road-burned from her run in with the car, just some time before her death.

"Alright," Christi heard Izzy hiss furiously. "Who the fuck murdered me?!"

Christi looked up to see the back of Izzy's figure, her fists balled in anger. The group of others had certainly been left with an attention getter. Just as she looked to the group, Christi noticed Leila Smith eyeing her and Izzy curiously. Leila didn't seem to be too accusing when her gaze set on Christi, and Christi was relieved since Leila was known to be very perceptive--and accurately perceptive at that.

". . . . Working out who killed us is priority, right?" Leila asked. Christi had heard her saying something before, but she'd been too zoned out to catch it.

Taking a step forward, past Izzy, Christi rejoined the group and looked around quietly. Then she nodded her agreement. "This is the second time my legs have been busted up, so I would like to know who the hell screwed them up again."

Christi was not known to be mentally sane and she seemed to exemplify this in her small ways. She could always know that it would only progress the longer she was confined to one group or one place. This could be bad in the long run. . . . .