Snippet #752023

Four people and I, and all of us confused... None of them could be my "employer", that's for sure. This doesn't seem right.

Marie, already perturbed and growing more cautious every minute, decided that small and vulnerable was the last thing to be. Still hidden in the corner among the foliage, she switched the backpack for a duffel bag and switched to Iva, a heavy-weight champion she'd seen once in a newspaper. The sweater, that had been large, limp, and comical on the young child, now stretched to its limit. Feeling more confident, she too came slowly into the light, making sure to step noisily on the glass shards. I don't know much about what I'm getting in to... But I'd best play things safe.

She sighed, and attempted an Eastern European accent as best she could. "..Well? What is to be done, then?"


((Sorry; I refuse to massacre an accent with "Vell, vat, zen?" and all that rot O_o I know I'll kill it, in a very un-comical way, so if you could simply use your imagination I'd appreciate it...?))