Murf: Day 1: 1812 words

"Wh0a, I say!" said the girl, now standing and brushing at her track suit. The crooked lines went from red to violet to blue. "Why did u get all c0llided 0n me?"

Ivan could only gape back at her. He thought she was a cute girl, but her age escaped him. For a moment she looked like she couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, but a moment later she could have been in her thirties. And her accent....

"Wait, what?" Ivan finally muttered. The girl was still trying to catch her breath and fidgeted with her clothes, as if they were something new and awkward. After a few moments, the girl's attention returned to Ivan and her grey eyes grew bright again.

"R u Ivan?" she asked.

"What?" Ivan repeated.

"I think u r glitched, dude," she said. "U seem dense 2 me."

"Listen here, kid," Ivan said as we started to stand. "You just ran into my store, and then ran into me. I'd say you are the one who's a little out of it. Are you on drugs?" He watched the girl closely, and while her eyes blazed wildly at him, they seemed to be vacant windows. Another thing occurred to him. "And how did you know my name?"

"Wh0a, h0ld up ancient dude," the girl said. "D0n't g0 all h0stile 0n me. I c0uld kick y0ur ass in a Wi-Fight bef0re u c0uld even c0nnect 2 tha cl0ud." She pointed a finger and raised thumb at Ivan and fired it repeatedly. "D0n't blame me u want 2 g0 hide 0ffline in s0me ancient brickh0use."

"What?" Ivan said again. He was completely lost as to what this character was talking about.