[center][color=a187be][h1]Gertrude Maillard[/h1][/color]
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	With a huff of her cigarette, staring into the distance as she agonize about the possibility of losing millions if her, not so idiot husband after all, gets away with all of it at the divorce, she turned to the man who she glanced at while in a heated convo on the phone. She then realized it was Ricky Harrison. She remembered having a couple of shoots with him once or a few but beyond that, there's nothing much she can say about the man except that she barely recognizes him after 10 long years. She could relatively say the same with the other actors as well. Like most of the cast after the first Edenridge, Gert had sometime lost communication with the others when she spent her career in Europe. But without having so much of a break after her marriage, she thought to move back in America for a sudden change of environment.

	[color=a187be]"Pretty good."[/color] She answered, looking up to him as she tries to put a polite smile underneath her lingering irritation at her recent encounter on the phone. A tap on her shoulder cut her off when a patrol guard pointed at a huge 'no smoking' signage behind her. She glanced back, cursed under her breath, not really sure what to do with her stick as she searched around for an ashtray but eventually she crouched down and proceeded to scrape the tip on the floor, once the embers died out she threw it on the bin next to her. 
	
	After an awkward silence she urged to at least say something. [color=a187be]"How did yours go?"[/color] her eyes not particularly looking at anything from a distance [color=a187be]"It's been a while hasn't it?"[/color]