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Vatalla would soon barge into the Monster Hunting Club with a growl, unknowing of the seriousness behind the special folder on the table. The platinum blonde was drenched, her wild ponytail tangled up and undershirt wrinkled like some over-used sponge. From the smell, there was a hint of coffee and a mixture of scummed drain water. If he had turned to look, she would have given him the usual dead-eyed nod.

"I'm skippin' class today. Already in trouble, so figured why not. And I'm guessin' two lazy bums like us won't give a damn." she said to him before trotting over to one of the corners and blopped her aged over-sized shoulder bag down beside one of the empty desks. 
Despite not being a foreigner, the rowdy teen had a distinct accent to compared to most people of the city. Perhaps it was from the part of town she lived in? The downtown area was a bustling community with many different tourists and travelers visiting at all times of the year, so it became a sort of multifaceted cultural hub. Port Crescendo was a beautiful and peaceful place, 'a jewel of the four corners', as many would proclaim to say. Especially on those exaggerated vacation advertisements littered about. Though, not according to Vatalla at this very moment. At this moment, it might as well been any other dump. 

She quickly began taking off her dripping shirt, slapping it on one of the wall hooks meant for coats, weapons, or whatever, before digging into her bag for another. This new one was bright pink with a picture of a puppy with a machine gun. How cute. It would appear she had no reservations of anyone seeing her sports bra. Or maybe she was just used to Aito by now. The teen growled again as she snaked her arms through the loops. From her tone and everything, this could've been the result of a fight with someone, a run-in with some shady folks, or a simple 'accident' on the rode. Maybe all the above? 

"Idiots... the whole lot of 'em... Can't a girl get her mornin' coffee and get to school on time? What is this? Gonna be my third strike of detention on the first week 'cause people can't stop bein' bloody degenerates for one sodding day? Looks like I'm all booked for Saturday again with my [i]favorite[/i] client. Seeing as rent is coming up, I really needed their patronage. Really."

Her little rant was not aimed for anyone to respond or to pity. It was more venting, than any directed conversation. Finishing her little change, the pinkish girl falls down on the seat with a long sigh. She sniffs herself and curls her black-colored upper lip. Not flattering, but what was one going to do? Poking back into her bag, her hands scramble about the scattered contents until they fish out a narrow, heavily stickered box and long strips of parchments. She seemed to have been holding her breath this whole time, and was immediately relieved upon seeing the papers. Not a stain or drop on them, luckily. Immediately, she begins to to work on a doodle of something half-finished. The image looked to be a weird blend of a canine skull, a laurel of black roses and nails, and some winding cobras. The typical edgy fanfare.

"If you got any work today, I want in. I'm rearing to lay my hands into somethin'. And it be legal. I know [i]that person[/i] of the club doesn't like me too much. But they'll have to live with it. I won't leave until I help you guys beat up something. Don't even care about the pay today." she says off-handedly, not lifting her paled eyes from the inking. 

Vatalla knew she wasn't part of the club officially, but since they sort of do the same thing, sometimes they, namely Aito, would ask her to join in on hard missions when hands are low. This time, for the first time, she was the one asking. She was on troubled terms with a few of the members, being something of a dangerous act and all, with a snarky loud-mouth to boot. She wasn't the type to mince words when life or death were the stakes, often calling people out on their bullshit. She couldn't care any less about them being 'mean-spirited', but being a haughty tart was another matter entirely. So she was usually, in secret, dealt smaller claims on the bounty at the end of jobs. Yeah, 'secret', was a funny way of describing it. There was a wonder why she still associated with the Monster Club in light of her treatment, keeping quiet about the matter entirely. Maybe she just liked letting lose her pent-up anger that much. Or was it something else? 

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