From the moment that Sophia DeLaVega sat down in the SUV, she eyed the others inside, then told them, [color=fff200]"I can't wait to start this adventure. I've never been to Alabama before-- this is the state with the peaches, right?"[/color] She spoke with the inflection of a stereotypical Los Angeles, California college to high school aged girl, her sentence implied a general lack of both common knowledge and common sense, and it was all a part of her grand scheme to make them think her to be ditzy, empty headed, and incapable of much.

	To put the rainbow colored sprinkles on the "dumb girl" cake, she complained about everything from the "cheapness" of the SUV to the "bad weather"-- which, truth be told, it was just a typical humid Alabama day and nothing to complain about at all. After that, Sophia proceeded to shove her face into the depths of her cellphone screen, occasionally giggling in the most annoying way she could muster, and snapping pictures of anything stupid she could think of-- road signs, clouds, other cars-- while making a comments about how "old school" and "south cute" it all was. 

	There was shitty country music playing through her headphones in the meantime, so that she could memorize what a "southern" accent sounded like. On top of this, Sophia was deep into the depths of a RANT to boyfriend 1 of 3 about her current situation, all of which was typed in Brazilian Portuguese-- just in case someone took a glance at the phone screen:

[indent][indent][color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] I'm a token!
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] You should see this redneck team they stuck me with.
[b]Lucas:[/b] Jajajajaja
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] Seriously. They hit 2 tokens in one.
[color=fff200]Spohia:[/color] They got the obligatory """""HISPANIC"""" person and the Pardo all in fucking one. Oh and the sassy woman. All rolled up. One of these Alabama bitches are going to call me black. BET. 
[b]Lucas: [/b]They could have picked a puerto rican jajaja
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] Fuck you this is serious. I look like I'm attending one of them. What's those pointy hat dick wetter wizard looking assholes out this way? Ones in the white?
[b]Lucas:[/b] The Klan? JAJAJAJA oh shit
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] Yes! I look like i walked in on a Klan party and they got me in fucking Alabama. Land of the Sister Moms. can inbred ignorance rub off on you?
[b]Lucas:[/b] jajajaj you know I'm in Baton Rogue right now so come by when you done
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] Why would I spend another second in this region of the country? Fuck that. Fuck this. They have mosquito the size of horses down here bocó!
[b]Lucas:[/b] Foi mal! I'll protect you jajajaja
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] I saw a klan man riding one of them mosquito around just now. crazy.
[b]Lucas:[/b] Stop jajajaja
[color=fff200]Sophia:[/color] I'll call later but we just pulled up to that barn from Texas chainsaw massacre. 1-4 and pray.
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	Then there was the memo application open on her phone where she was figuring out song lyrics. The things she knew would appeal to trailer trash Alabamans in a stupidly named place called "Billsville" would be the stereotypical things: America, guns, freedom, trucks, country music, and a southern accent. Carefully holding in the exasperated sigh that threatened to demolish her faked bubbly attitude, Sophia smiled as they came closer to the inn. In her opinion, the thing looked like it had burned down several times, then they just threw a nice coat of paint on the outside of it. Just staring at the place made her feel nauseous. 

	Brightly Sophia piped up, [color=fff200]"Aww! Look at how cute it all is. Wow-- the seasons must change really quick this far south, huh? It's already fall."[/color] Sophia was starting to get on her [i]own nerves[/i] with her stupid comments. She stepped out of the vehicle and didn't wait for anyone to catch up with her, just charged ahead and into the Inn, giggling excitedly about how, [color=fff200]"The inside is probably like a country music video!"[/color] Mentally, she vomited all over herself, as soon as she opened the door and got a good look at the place.

[b]"Welcome to Taylor's Inn, Miss!"[/b]

[color=fff200][i]"Is this what the underside of a landfill looks like?"[/i][/color] Sophia thought while screaming inside.
	Before she could cringe from how shitty the inside of the Inn looked, Sophia put on her brightest smile at the front desk woman, almost read her nametag, then told her, [color=fff200]"Why, ain't this a nice Inn-- excellent choice , if I do say so myself. I'm mighty glad my agent picked this out. I'll be sure to leave a good review, ma'am."[/color] The first thing obvious about Sophia's exaggerated shower of compliments was likely the slightly "southern twang" her accent sprouted from the moment she stepped out of the car. 

	Sophia looked over at... who was that again? She was squinting at someone-- HR person, right? They had to go with her to the whatever wherever-- Sophia hadn't been entirely paying attention in the "briefing" and she hadn't opened her packet yet. Sophia asked whatever HR person, [color=fff200]"Where we going? You think they got southern peanut pie here?"[/color]

	[i]Peanut. Pie.[/i] Everyone in the world knew it was pecan. Sophia cringed inwardly and decided to dial the air-head rating down slightly.