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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 24, 2012 19:44:08 GMT -5
The apartment belonging to the mysterious woman known as Dash.
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Dash
Dog Meat
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 14:46:00 GMT -5
Dash sat still, in her apartment, ruminating on the journey that had led to where she was so far. She cursed herself for allowing the hiccups that had seemed to appear around every corner. This was proving to be a difficult task.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 14:55:26 GMT -5
There is a knock at the door,
"Miss Dash? Are you alright? You haven't come out for food or anything for 2 days almost. Is everything ok?" The female voice called through the door. It was one of the room servicewomen.
Rebecca, Age 22. Eyes Hazel, Hair Light Brown. Earring on her left ear, a dolphin.
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Dash
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 17:21:45 GMT -5
Dash hesitated, letting her mind register who it was outside in her peculiar, ordered way, and then rose, crossing to the other side of the room and adopting a sultry smile, opened the door.
"Well hello, Rebecca." She said to the woman in the doorway.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 17:23:54 GMT -5
"Hey...You're not dead or anything?" She asked surprised.
"Alright then... Mr. Juarez wants to talk to you. Something about your rent being due."
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Dash
Dog Meat
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Post by Dash on Jun 25, 2012 17:31:48 GMT -5
"Oh, of course not. When I'm dead, the whole world will know. I don't intend to go out quietly." She had her mask down, revealing her face. "Why don't you lead the way then?" She mused, brushing passed her gracefully and closing the door behind her.
She motioned to the hallway. "After you."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 17:39:17 GMT -5
"Um...Alright." Rebecca said, walking towards the office of Mr. Juarez.
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