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[center][h1][color=8882be]Valencia Jackson[/color][/h1]
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Location: RV then Campsite  
Interacting with: With: [@Nallore] Riley [/center]

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 [color=8882be]“Thank you~!”[/color] Val replied as she finished getting out of the water. Streams were running down her body. Despite that and the lowering temperature as the night was approaching, Valencia was in a rather great mood. She got to swim a little, got to catch a fish! Got to hang about with her friend some more so all was great when it went great![color=8882be]” It's been a while since I've had to/had the chance to catch a fish by hand. It's a lot easier than it looks once you know the trick to it! You should try it when we come here tomorrow! I'll teach ya.”[/color]

 [color=8882be]“Ahhh great~”[/color] She whistled as she caught the towel in midair with one hand, the other still holding the knife with the fish. This was not one of her special knifes. That one was hidden in her belt. This one was ordinary steel knife. So while she was using the hair to get rid of the water around her torso and what she could from her hair, she also walked over to her clothes, just in case.

 Val wondered what to reply while her friend was preparing the small campfire. It seemed tonight they were going to have a little bit of a dinner under the stars in advance! Great, Val preferred to have some time with her new best(first best) friend. They just seemed to get along so far, a thing Val couldn't say for most people she had met so far.

 Finally as the fire was ready, She put the knife with the fish over it and handed it over for Riley to hold while she started putting on her clothes Her underwear and hair were still wet, but it didn't matter much as she had leather jacket and leather pants.

 [color=8882be]“My parents...”[/color] Val started, suddenly turning quiet for a moment searching for the words.[color=8882be]” They were in the job of bounty hunters more or less. Some of these were gotten from well them training me to take the family business eventually. Some were from then, some were from the time I got into bad crowds around 2 and a half years ago. Some are actually from a street dog that attacked me. Heck I have even a cut scar from a case about an year ago when a guy tried to mug me with a knife and then there was this one...”[/color] She said and ran a finger across the small scar on her lower lip.[color=8882be]” This one was well... I got into fight with my sister... It was at the time I got into that bad crowd I mentioned. She basically beat the heck out of me, the biker gang I hang about with and pulled me back home. After that I focused back on writing and started my first book which I published already as you know.” [/color]