M a y b e I'm [Outta] my M i n d {Crystal}

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After a few weeks, Keisarra was able to move around Marko's apartment on her own. The wound on her thigh was healed nicely and the one on her shoulder, which was a little slower on the healing process, was looking good too. The dark-haired girl stood up from the couch and stretched her good arm above her head. It was a relief to move around because sitting idle was not doing it for her. She was too restless to stay in one position for long. Naturally, Sarra was used to being able to do what she wanted and she wanted to move.

Sarra shuffled over to the stereo (she still walked with a slight limp) and turned it on. Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" blared out in the apartment and the West Side girl beamed happily. While she was stuck inside, she might as well enjoy herself. She wasn't sure where Marko had run off to, but he'd be back sooner or later.

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Marko opened the front door and stepped inside to the blaring music. Normally, he wouldn't mind the loud music, but he had a pounding headache that was driving him crazy. "Can you turn that s*** off?" he shouted over the noise.

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Sarra glanced over at his arrival and scowled, flicking the stereo off again, "Well geez. What's your problem? It's just music."

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Marko rubbed his temple and closed his eyes. "I had a bad day," he replied before walking over to the couch and flopping down.

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Sarra limped over to him and perched herself on the arm of the couch, "Bad day? What happened?" she asked, looking down at him.

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"I had a... stressful chat with a certain other gang member," Marko replied. "She's a bit of a nutcase, if you ask me."

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"Oh really?" Sarra tilted her head curiously, "What's her name? Have I met her before?"

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"Chex, I think it was," Marko said. "Have you met her? She tried to get me arrested."

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"Chex.." She tapped her fingers against her lip as she thought, "I've never met her, though I think the name is familiar." Sarra frowned, "Why would she do that? She's one of us, isn't she?"

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"Yeah, well, I don't think she really did it on purpose," Marko said with a shrug. "The cops were after me, and she gave me some bad advice."

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"And you listened to the advice of someone you barely know?" Sarra asked, shaking her head.

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Marko gave her a wry smile. "Pretty stupid, huh? Funny me, for thinking I could trust a fellow gang member."

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Sarra smiled and patted his shoulder, "We all make that mistake," she teased.

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Marko slapped her hand away playfully. "Sure we do," he said. He fell silent for a moment, staring at the blank wall ahead of him. "Sarra..." he said finally. "We need to talk."

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Unease coiled in her stomach as she slowly withdrew her hand, "About what?" Sarra questioned.

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Marko pointed to her shoulder. "Your little... run-in with the Easts."

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Keisarra frowned, "What about it? It isn't like it was something unusual. They shoot us, we shoot them. That's part of being rivals."

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"Yeah, but they shot YOU," Marko said in a deadly voice. "That's inexcusable to me."

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Sarra shook her head, "Marko...no. It would be..unwise to retaliate. Things could get really messy. I've already been shot- we don't need you getting shot too."

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Marko grinned wryly. "I've already been shot, remember? What's one more scar?"