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Location: National History Museum
Time: Late Afternoon

[color=mintcream]”At times I wished I brought my own phone. But considering I don't I'm in need of one.”[/color] Yeong’s head turned towards Ji's, a smirk placed on her lips, before she attempted to locate the number from Ben’s shredded clothes. Under normal circumstances the woman would have mentioned that the using many should always bring on extra pair with him. Just in case something like this like this would happen again in the future. Which would considering how the guy was going so far.

The girl noticed that there was something embedded into what was left of one of the pockets. She gently grabbed at one of the bloodied corners, nose wrinkling, as the youngest sibling groan in disgust. [color=mintcream]”I always hated the first few transformations. They always made me think that I was going to bleed to death.”[/color] she commented as she patted her sister’s pockets down. When Yeong founded what she was looking for she slipped Ji’s phone out of her pocket and called the number. After a few minutes of talking the woman hung up. [color=mintcream]”They're on their way.”[/color]