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[center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Clementine Morgan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QBP-GCk85E/UN9n35QNdiI/AAAAAAAAXdQ/nx0JCF-v-X0/s640/Are+Zoe+Saldana+&+Bradley+Cooper+ENGAGED.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]Main Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Kosuke Akiyama [@Salrynn]
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		Clementine nodded towards her previous date; he had been interesting enough but with his religious views she doubted she could see anything long term. She understood being raised with it, that was one of the reasons she had left the church and developed the views she now had. Granted she could see him being a friend, someone just to hang out with but romantically she just didn't feel anything. None of that spark that one would normally look for. 

	She leaned back in her seat and waited for her next date as she took a sip of wine. Her brow arched as she watched one of the men trip on a table leg and nearly spill out right on to her table. [i]"Oh please don't let this be my date, please don't let this be my date, please don't let this be my date,"[/i] she thought over and over again in her mind. As he straightened up and came closer she could only cringe inwardly. The bell rang signaling the start of the new round. It was her date. [i]"Fuck...."[/i]


	Plastering on a smile she kept a tight hold of her wine glass, refusing to set it back on the table. If his entrance was any indication it was better to hold on to it than risk him hitting the table and sending it spilling out into her lap. [color=a187be]"You must be Kosuke,"[/color] she said in a friendly enough voice as she glanced down at her paper to see the name on the list. She was glad for her years as a commentator on live television; she was used to pronouncing various names from all over the world. Even if the guy was a klutz she didn't want to trip over her own tongue and mispronounce his name. 

	[color=a187be]I'm Clementine, just call me Clem. I guess I should do what I did earlier and just ramble off the shit about me that normally sends people running. Makes it easier that way. I am host Political Rants on Comedy Central. I don't have a filter for my mouth. I don't believe in a god. I am as liberal as they come. Went to Harvard. And mostly here because I am sick of sitting in bars and such. Divorced but still work with my ex husband. Yeah, that about covers it,"[/color] she rambled off quickly as she leaned back in her seat and got comfortable; bracing herself just in case he fell out of the chair. 

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[center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Christian Emory[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://data2.whicdn.com/images/57991396/tumblr_mkyojj9N5V1r1hm4ao1_250_large.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Main Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Krista Hale [@Aewin]
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	Christian was surprised, he actually enjoyed his first date. She was pretty, fun to speak with and they seemed to have several outlooks on life in common. It could have gone a lot worse. Speaking with Wadsworth he confirmed who his next date was since some of the first dates had been switched around. Once he was sure who he was paired with he looked around. Then his eyes fell on Krista and his smile lit up once again. Well, she was cute. Granted it seemed all the women were, so that was a plus, but if all he was interested in was looks he would have just hooked up with another traveler in one of his tours. His mother wanted him to actually try this time for something. 

	Stepping over to Krista he smiled broadly towards her as he tried to smooth his hair down and then rubbed the back of his neck. [color=82ca9d]"Evening, I'm Christian and you must be Krista,"[/color] he said sweetly as he pulled the chair out and had a seat as the bell rang. [color=82ca9d]"Pleased to meet ya. Hope you are enjoying yourself so far. So, tell me some things about you if you wouldn't mind,"[/color] he added as he got comfortable. [i]Always let the lady go first, [/i] he heard in his mind, his mothers words ringing through.