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Crash!!! Matrix's ears slicked back and she instinctively lowered to a crouch, ducking behind some random piece of machinery (in this case, a park vehicle). Bits of metal and wood flew everywhere, and rained down on the earth with a cacophony clangs, dinks, and thunks. As if to restore balance to the universe, the next few moments were filled with an unearthly silence. Realising that she had been holding her breath, the girl now exhaled and put her arms back at her sides. Standing up slowly, her head could be seen to appear over the rim of the toppled jeep. Curious eyes peered at the mess that now littered the earth, and she cleared her throat and stood up straight, glancing about as casually as possible.
Who was she kidding? It really didn't matter--if nobody had noticed the strange hybrid before, they certainly would now. Hardly modest or shy, she shrugged and braced her hands against the side (or top) of the jeep and vaulted over it with ease. Her dog-like tail flicked behind her as she regarded the aftermath--for all of it, the destruction was somewhat intentional. She had found one of those "test your strength" booths, although all of the prizes had been pillaged long ago. Stuffed animals were useless to her, anyway. Rummaging through some of the debris, she found what had originally caught her attention: a very thick rope.
Over the years of rain, snow, and sunshine, some of the bolts had weakened considerably. When she had given the rope a good, forceful yank, a low rumbling foretold the structure's collapse. That was when she had gone for cover. Now, though, she had a rope. Rope was one of several things that she would never turn down: lighters, lighter fluid, good knives, and strong ropes had too much utility to be discarded. Matrix began to wrap the rope into a coil about her arm, and as she did this she stepped lightly away from the whole mess and off to the side. It didn't seem there was anything else of use here.
