[center][h3][color=DAA520]Prudence Olivia[/color][/h3][/center]
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[Color=FFDEAD]Listening to the conversation happening around her, Olive wasn't keen on saying anything. There was nothing to be added for now, she would offer a soft laugh at the terrible name Nunchucks had given that poor crew though. The woman still smothering herself in her bag began to fumble in her pocket, pulling out some glasses and raising her face minimally to put them on before sitting up. She contemplated what to do at this point, the hysteria outside had just begun as Nunchucks had just left, and there was no getting through that crowd easily. To her never-ending bag Olive went, pulling out a pair of knitting needles, a rusted circuit board, and a small battery pack. All of which had been makeshift held together with old cording rope until she could do anything with this project. Maybe today was the day that she'd finally figure out what super heated knitting needles could be used for. Besides stabbing people eyes out and cauterizing the skin at the same time. She laughe again, this time louder, imagining this scenario playing out with the solider that had agreed she'd make a good prostitute. That'd never happen. Olive shot straight up out of her seat,[/color][Color=66CDAA]"Nunchucks..."[/color][Color=FFDEAD] She'd race to the door, realizing he never made good on their supposed promise. Catching him as he was leaving the crowd, she'd calmly but firmly grasp at his shoulder and urge him to turn around.[/color][Color=66CDAA] "Hey! You said i could leave for the day. I have shit to do. I NEED to work."[/color]