[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color]The Museum  
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b] None
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	Calling Rosheen's driving a little wild was like calling a gun a little dangerous. She was a great driver indeed and frankly Mosi loved the wild driving her friend was doing. It made her feel very excited and happy. In other words it made her blood going, which wouldn't be a surprise all things considering. She was also happy when back in college the boys did chicken races and she tagged along. Good times.

	[color=c4df9b]“You are a great driver! I'm seriously starting to fall for ya.”[/color] Priscilla commented as she hopped off the motorbike, also not even minding the people who weren't happy with them arriving as they did.[color=c4df9b]” Thank you, I look forward tomorrow!”[/color] Mosi smiled widely as she looked at the front entrance of the museum.

	[color=c4df9b]“To be fair we agreed to wait here in front of the Museum.”[/color] She admitted and looked back at Rosheen.[color=c4df9b]” Before you go, we should agree when to meet tomorrow, Rosheen.”[/color] Mosi smiled.[color=c4df9b]” What do you think of 10:30-11? It should give each enough time to get breakfast, settle up for the day an so on.”[/color]  She asked. Admittedly she was an American and was used to waking up somewhat later. Mostly because she didn't really have set work and often stood awake until way into the night for various reasons.