[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

Josephine didn't much like the tubby old man's insinuation. After all, as she and him said, they barely know each other. Granted, first impressions are everything. That'll teach her to try to be nice. It wasn't until Peter spoke that she felt a tad more at ease. It seems rather than get angry, upset, or any other combination thereof, he was rather forthcoming. Josephine had to hand it to the man, he could have been more aggravated. Hell, she probably expected it. She was getting tired and when she got tired, she got mad.

Before she could speak up, Haakon decided to hike up whatever trousers he had on and speak plainly and clearly to Peter. He made some devilishly good points. It was the two of them that chased after the man and risked their lives to protect Aziza, a woman she was finding herself enjoying the company of. It was their fingers burned with the mark. It was all of them that succumbed to these strange dreams. If she had a choice in the matter, she would be on the next plane back home, working on another movie. However, it seemed her true intention for being in Egypt showed itself.

[color=F48CA7]"Haakon speaks true, darling. I find myself caring a lot for that poor woman. If I may be so bold, I was planning on turning this into a movie idea when I got back home, but seeing how upset she got made me rethink things. While I do think this would make for a frightfully good showing, I will listen and respect your wishes. I want this mystery solved, because things are just getting too weird for me here. Now, I'll sign what you need me to, but I would still like to pick up some things from my room and I am in desperate need for a smoke and a drink."[/color]