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Little girls sporting tight buns atop their heads and frilly tutus at their hips filed out the doors with their parents. Their joyous skips and giggles as they recounted what they learned that day were some of the main reasons that Peridot truly [i]loved[/i]  her job.

 [color=82ca9d]“Lacey, dear, remember to work on your line! Practice at home and we’ll review it in your next lesson.”[/color] Peri called out to one of her favored pupils. The graceful blonde smiled and bowed to Peri. [i]“Of course, Miss Wakahisa.”[/i]  The surname Lacey used was that of Peridot’s chosen alias, one which allowed her to maintain a connection to the human world without her still-living family members finding her; It means ‘forever young’ in Japanese - the very reason Peridot chose it in the first place. 

The ballet studio was now empty, aside from Peridot herself, who was bending down to slip off her pointe shoes when her phone vibrated noisily on the reception desk. Briefly forgetting about the shoes, Peri picked up the device and scanned the caller-ID. Salvatore Parisi, aka Slick, was the mobster-turned vampire that wore the fancy hat as Regent of NYC’s Toreador clan. Slick always has and always will mean business, a call from him was not to be taken lightly and, unless you were looking to sport a pair of cement shoes, you did NOT ignore him. 

Peri picked up shortly after the second ring. Sal was relaying a message directly from the desk of Nicholas Cranston, who was assembling a private meeting of top Camarilla agents, advisors, and independent Kindred-for-hire in Washington, D.C. This call was a somewhat unexpected compliment, as Salvatore Parisi was considering her – a neonate among the Kindred circle – a top Camarilla agent. Her ferocity turned heads among the clan, as most Torries preferred to be lovers over fighters, but Peri never could settle for just one passion when, through strength and willpower, she could have both. Slick informed her that he booked her and a few other notable local Toreadors on the next flight from NYC to DC.

[center][i]Later that evening…[/i][/center]

Peridot’s flight landed at the Reagan National Airport in the dark of night. Even still, Peri wore huge sunglasses for style. Her ebony hair was pulled into a tight French twist and she wore an elegant, yet edgy-looking business suit. She always stayed away from pencil skirts and tight fitting clothing, as they hindered her movement if it came time to ‘dance’.

A glance around the receiving area led Peri to a man holding a card with the name “Hayashi” written on it. In the Kindred realm, Peridot stuck to using her true family name, there was pride in it that she would never relinquish. The suit-clad man led her to an awaiting black town car that was to drive her to the designated meeting location.