[hr][hr][center][h1][color=crimson][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=dc143c][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	A smirk tried to spread across Thalia's face the second that Thana clipped that Zed. She put a hand up to her mouth in a casual manner, only partially successful in hiding the expression from anyone general view. It wasn't so much that she took any kind of perverse glee in seeing one of the shambling dead nailed by a moving vehicle, merely that the event caused a fairly random thought to involuntarily pop into her head. 

	Thalia imagined for a moment that they were on a nice, pleasurable drive out in the country; Thana at the wheel, Alexander with a map playing Navigator, and Thalia herself leaning out of the window wearing goggles, ass balanced on the door and knees bracing her solidly as she takes another whack at a Zed melon with a Louisville Slugger. [color=dc143c][i]"...base hit! Base hit!"[/i][/color] she would scream, taking a point for herself as the last swing had put an imaginary runner into a hypothetical scoring position due to a full head-from-torso separation (but not very good distance, she was afraid). Three up and three down, the end of an inning. Of course, that was the kind of thing that Lola would be into, though she doubted that they played much baseball in New Zealand. Maybe there would be time to get in a game or two after this business was cleared up. Thalia was pretty sure that she could explain the basics of baseball well enough to get a more or less decent game going. Zed Baeball. Too bad they didn't have a bat. 

	[color=dc143c]"Either of you two play much baseball?"[/color] she wondered aloud. The smirk turned into a short giggle at the thought, as she passed the map to Alexander.