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One of these bad boys over thisbut with boots


Shopping was not something she did often of account of being poor. Or, scratch that, having been poor the past. The springs paid a considerable amount more than being a sub-par waitress. Not a crazy amount, but enough to have some wiggle room left over even after getting hair stuff. So, Mikey was on a mission. Buy one (1) item from the mall and do not feel guilty about it. What was it? Treat yo self? This was her treat yo' self day.

It was cold as fuck outside. Colder that it had been in a while, thank's blizzard. Thankfully, she'd stayed in for that, and bundled under one thousand blankets and a heater all day. It was easier to brave the cold, now, though. The jacket that Daniel had gifted her was magical. It kept her core warm enough that the crocodile's stupid cold blood did not kill her human body when it was subjected to anything below sixty degrees. Over exaggeration, but it sure felt like that. Plus, layering and warm socks. All that was really left was her face, which stung against the wind, her nose pink and runny enough that she had to sniffle on her way up to the least busy entrance to the mall, a revolving door through which another person just went. Meike moved quicker toward it to catch one of the openings, and briefly noted the person that shuffled in behind her. It was spacious enough not to be too awkward.

Maybe she'd get some new gloves, or maybe more socks, may-

Thunk.

Meike's body weight slammed into the glass door, and she gasped as her slick boots shuffled across the worn carpet. She narrowly avoided smacking her face right into the glass, but felt the person behind her bump into her. With knitted brows, she looked up at the door, which was motionless. Uh. She pushed against it. And it didn't budge. Her parka rustled as she turned to look behind her. The door had rotated enough that the next pie-section behind her was aligned with the door frame. So. Here she was. And some stranger. Trapped in a revolving door.
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#2


A moment of victory at getting into the gap of the door was short-lived.

Like really fucking short lived.

Summer wasn't too fussed about personal space, but she hadn't exactly intended to walk into the tiny lady in front of her, either. "Whopes," she said, some bastardization of 'whoops' that came all too easily to her. "You gotta--" she said, reaching her hand over the head of the other woman to push at the glass only to fall silent when she realized this hadn't been a conscious choice to stop pushing. Wasn't gonna budge just yet.

"Well, shit!" she said, sounding more astounded than upset.
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#3
Whopes was right, lady. This chick was giant. She had a full foot on her. Meike frowned as she was reached over so the woman could push at the door, as if she hadn't just tried that. She side stepped, closer to the curved outer wall of the doorway. Her brows furrowed as she peered back out toward the outdoor entrance, spotting someone step in on the other side of the pane that they shared with that pizza slice. They pushed, which resulted in nothing, then gave them a curious look before stepping away. Great, thanks.

On the other side, indoors, a few people had already stopped to peer in at them. She felt like a fucking zoo animal. Which, speaking of. There was a great deal of hissing and rumbling going on in her brain. Enough for her to realize that her body ached a bit. Fuck. Not here, dude. She looked to the woman in question, taking in her scent that she was now enclosed with. Uh. Not human. Great. "Guess we're trapped." She said with a frown. Someone on the indoor side stepped away, looking purposeful, and she hoped that meant they were going to find mall security.
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#4
"Guess so!" Summer agreed, pretty certain she could bust her way of here if she wanted to cause a scene. She did not want to cause a scene... well, any more than two ladies caught in a dry fish tank already were. Didn't stop her from going up on her tiptoes, to look at the top edge of the door as if she would see something stuck there. Nope, nothing obvious. No rod that had come dislodged or anything... at least not right here.

"Hope you didn't need to pee or nothin'," she joked ever so lightly, coming back down onto her heels to look at the young lady with a mirthful smile and a little shrug. Now that they had stilled and her nose wasn't filled with the cold air of outside and all the people here at the mall, she realized... she'd been caught in a net with something properly exotic.
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#5
Yep. That was something furry and smelly and the croc was going nuts. Meike wasn't the kind of person that shrank back from people or felt small, but it was pretty difficult not to feel like some threatened creature pinned in with something not particularly large, but certainly intimidating. She wasn't sure what to describe it as. There was a similar feel to her as there was Daniel. Some kind of power, or something. She didn't know, but she knew she didn't particularly care for it. Meike took a few steps back so her back was pressed directly against the glass.

"Nope," She said with a shake of her head. Fuck, this was bad. Every breath in was a claustrophobic reminder that she was trapped with something that she could not see but could definitely feel. For all of this, Meike worked to keep her face blank and rigid. Her teeth clamped when she wasn't speaking. "I think they're gonna have to get us out." Whoever 'they' was.
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#6
"Yo, sweetheart, no reason to be so tense," Summer said, taking up a spot on the other side of the space--not that that afforded either of them much breathing room. The tension was impossible to miss--the hyena fixated on it almost immediately, curious and wanting to test the reasons for it. But Summer kept her beast in careful check, knowing full well that there was no good in shifting here. Not only would they have a live audience, they'd inevitably be on camera, too.

"They'll get us out, even if they gotta come break some glass. Trust me."
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Okay, first of all. Don't call her sweetheart. Meike's jaw flexed some at that, and she blinked up at the woman with a perplexed huff. Yeah, no need to be so tense when she was trapped in a bubble with some other animal. There was a gut reaction to text Daniel, for some reason. But what could he do? Stand outside and look at her? Helpful.

"S'what are you?" Mikey decided, and moved to shove her hood back some. It was getting warm now. Not warm enough to turn of the packs in her coat, but she wasn't freezing.
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#8
Grrrouchy. Whatever.

Were small talk time!

"'M a hyena. What're you? You don't smell like anything I know." Like, incredibly not. So much so she wasn't sure she'd ever even smelled a non-were version of whatever she was. (Not that animals let her get close enough to test that most of the time.) There was an earthiness she couldn't place.

Maybe it was something hyenas ate, which is why she was huffing and puffing like Summer had done all this on purpose.
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#9
Hyena. Gross. She'd seen hyenas before, on one of the few Safaris she took with her mom in Africa. The guide had shown them a carcass that a pack and devoured. It was literally just a puddle of blood and some hair. Ugh. It explained the lizard's panties being in a wad, though. "Croc." She said with a shrug. Felt stupid saying it, felt good that she was apparently hard to pin down. "There a lot of you?" A whole pack of giant hyenas in mountainside. How was anyone alive right now.
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