Walker Scobell Backpack 소설 & 이야기

I took a deep breath of the cold, free night air, and I got in. The car was clean and smelled of pine air freshener. On the seat beside me was a plain black backpack. As we pulled away, bumping slowly down the dark track, I unzipped it. Inside were jeans, a sweater, socks, brown boots—all in my size. A bottle of water. And at the bottom, a cheap, basic cell phone. Jasmine had been thorough.

Like I said I really don't know why. "Well, I have sweat in places that you can't begin to comprehend." I am wearing a red sports bra and jean shorts. Wilder had ditched his shirt before we began walking and I am defiantly not complaining of the view. "Take." He removes the huge backpack he has been mugging around all day, I have no clue what is in there. "Why?" I questioned but I collected the heavy backpack. "Back it and then hop on my back." I did as instructed.

But she knew too well that if she didn't start acting up now, she would miss a lot of things. Picking the small satchel that was given to her by the blonde creature who was an Inuphyle, named Carson, he said that the God of Fate instructed her to give this to her when she took her to leave. It seems that the satchel is the famous beginner's pack given by Gods to Wandering souls who are on their quest to leveling.

"Oh, hi, Jax. You are finally back," Isolde said, a bright smile on her face as she stepped out from a doorway. Jax stopped in the middle of the hallway. He was holding a small, faded black backpack by its top handle. He had left it in his car earlier because he didn't want to carry it up to his private meeting on Ronan’s balcony, but he had just gone back down to the garage to grab it. It was the only bag he had taken down south to Lockwood, it was just a simple, portable backpack with a few changes of clothes.

Scar walked into the mall Annie and two bodyguards right behind her,the staff bowed as she walked into a store. She wasn't just there to prepare the stores for her new collection launch but also to solidify her presence. The manager rushed over, bowing with a smile. “Welcome ma” Scar nodded as she walked around glancing through the bags,clothes and accessories displayed in show glasses. “I heard the Atheon hitch affected the business” Scar asked. “Yes ma, transactions couldn't go through and orders weren't processed,we actually are thinking of a backup….” “Like moving to Mila”

He looked ridiculously handsome in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. “Mommy, can I get this one?” Nyla asked, holding up a bright pink backpack with unicorns on it. “Are you sure?” I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve asked that about every pink backpack we’ve come across.” Nyla smiled sheepishly. “Well, can I get two?” “No.” Her smile deflated. “Fine. I’ll just take this one.” I laughed, shaking my head. Alexander took the backpack from her and placed it in the cart.

A pair of white Jordan with sky blue designs sat beneath the cloth compartment- the perfect footwear for a stealthy mission as this. With my heart thumping a megawatt, I collected a couple of shirts, jeans, and undies from the metal hangers, stuffing them into a backpack I pulled from its lying position beside the pair of Jordan. If I was caught packing up, I might as well share the cold dungeon with Madeline for the rest of my fucked up life.

"You think we can go back to the motel? I held a gun to Antonio Gambo in a shitty ass diner in a town that doesn't even have a name, and you want to go back to that motel?" Well... When he puts it that way. "But what about my stuff?" There's nothing valuable in my backpack except a cool new swimsuit I paid for but haven't gotten to dip in chlorine yet. And my driver's license, which would be handy to not lose. "Your bag is in the back," he says, his foot pressing down on the gas harder. I turn and check the backseat of his Jeep, and sure enough, my bag is tucked behind the seat.

She reached down and lifted Hayden’s backpack from the floor. "Be at peace, Hayden. Alpha Carter isn't a rogue; he’s merely concerned with pack safety," she said, handing the bag to me. "He passed through the scent-scanners this morning. There are no silver blades or dangerous items inside." "I recall him carrying a tactical terminal," I said, my voice low as I took the bag. It felt suspiciously light. I unzipped the leather casing. Inside, there was nothing but a change of thermal layers and a small flask of water. No tech.

I turned to see she had two sets of bathing suits in her hand with a few sandals and I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright fine. I won't ask any questions. You just tell me what I need and that is what I will get." I said, smiling at her. We went from shop to shop grabbing literally everything Ambrosia liked. She got some things for herself too but paid for those with Jacksons card. I felt a little bad, I do have my own money but still. As we walked into another store I heard a few people whispering. I looked over my shoulder to see they were looking right at us. "Let's just grab a few backpacks to carry this in and leave." I said. We had more bags than I knew what to do with. "What is wrong?"