Gameplay Per Batman Arkham Asylum

Yulhy

The Magic of Macy Book 1 The Trinket BoxCHAPTER ONE- Hunted Ok girls, we have 10 minutes to kill, so make it quick! You each get how much money ? 20 lldoars, Mom, Macy and Rosanna groaned in unison. The mother’s lips curved into a smile, handing the money into Macy’s awaiting hands. Rosanna, being the older sister, plucked the bills from her hand and quietly entered the Antique Shop. Macy frowned and darted after her. Hey, that one’s mine- Macy argued. SHHH! Rosanna glared at her younger sister, her index finger pushed against her lips. Don’t make a scene. You’ll embarrass me, She hissed. Macy stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms. She hated being bossed around. Oh honey, look at this! Their mother squealed. Rosanna walked smoothly over to their mother and played with the dusty antique. Macy merely glanced at her over-joyed parent, before quickly losing interest. Mom, it’s a doll. I know! And look how cute it is! Macy groaned and walked as far away from her family as possible. Nothing was more embarrassing then the Nishikigoi family After wandering for a bit around the store, Macy entered the 2nd floor. The walls and floors were covered head to toe with antiques, just like the first floor, other than the small path of floor leading to the restroom. Macy rubbed and touched everything from tea sets to old Yankee’s photos. And everything had a price tag. I wonder how long the owners took to price all this stuff ?’Macy thought.Heading over to the Japanese culture section, Macy played with an old Kimono. I wonder if this would fit me,’ Macy thought quietly. Need any help? A voice crocked. Macy jumped, dropping the Kimono and stuffed cow she had picked earlier. Macy spun around and held her heart in relief. It was just the owner. No thank you, sir. Are you sure? He continued, stepping closer to Macy. Macy laughed nervously. No really, I’m fine. Thank you, though. The old man smiled before slowly walking away down to the 1st floor. Creeper’ , She mentally concluded. Macy sighed and continued searching the shelves of the never-ending store, until, something caught her eye. She picked it up, examining the art of the piece. It’s a jewelry box ? Macy concluded out loud. Retaining the size of about Macy’s palm, the small round jewelry box had roses sculpted on the sides of it, in silver metal. The top was white marble, with a picture of a butterfly on top of a flower. Becoming more curious, Macy opened up the new-found treasure. A small section of the inside was red-velvet, like any jewelry box, but the other side was occupied with machinery. Macy became confused, poking the device, and shaking it. A single note sounded through the box, making Macy realize her mistake. It was an old trinket box. Putting down her cell phone on the table, in order to hold the box, Macy flipped the box over and smiled. Here it is! Twisting the small handle, Macy wound up the machine. A string of notes wafted out into the air and Macy closed her eyes. The song wasn’t girly like the Ballerina trinket box Macy had listened to at her friends houses. It was more refined, as if it had a hidden meaning. just before the song could end, a loud slam woke Macy up from dream-mode. Looking up, Macy gave a nervous smile to the old man again. His hand laid firmly on the trinket box, making it unable to finish it’s song. Were closing up shop, Missy. You better head on down stairs now. Macy nodded fastly, ready to take off, when the man placed the box in her hands again. Macy smiled. Thanks, I almost forgot about this it. Jogging down the stairs, Macy caught her mother and dragged her to the register. I want this, Mom. It’s only nine lldoars. Macy recited. Her mother nodded in approval and handed her money to the old women behind the counter. As she printed out a receipt, the old man returned and exchanged looks with the old women. Macy gulped. Should she have played the trinket box? Suddenly, the old women winked at Macy. Take good care of this here trinket box. It now becomes your responsibility. Macy’s mind went blank. What is this chick talking about? The women handed the box to Macy, her old hands shaking as she pulled away. Macy was sending out confused looks to the elderly couple, totally unaware of the secret meanings behind their words. Come on, we have to go! The mother ordered, pulling Macy out the door. She nodded and followed her mother half-way out the door, when the old women called for her. Macy looked over her shoulder warily, due to the fact she wasn’t safe in the car yet. What’s your name, Child? Macy gave a half-h