Hippie girl presented her with a flashlight and a strange weapon: a pair of nunchucks, each with two wrenches connected by a chain.
“Isn’t this thing cool? I’ll let you borrow these both if you go to the abandoned apartment place,” Hippie Girl sang.
Jioni covered half her face with her hand, then moved them to her chin. Desperately she needed a flashlight; the only one she had burned out last year; A rare sought-out item presented inches from here, and the fact that she had one made Jioni’s eye light up.
On the other hand, Jioni’s eyebrows rose at the wrench nunchucks. They were strange and not attractive like the weapon Mac had. Instead, it was hastily put together metal. Jioni took the nunchuck Hippie Girl. She swung it around, and it hit her arm. Jioni winced as she stopped swinging immediately; she shook off the pain as if nothing had happened.
