[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/mGji5FnnbQJVe/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]Places, places, get in your places.
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect.
Please don't let them look through the curtains.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NZOHqkcCsE][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Dollhouse" by Melanie Martinez[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Alexandra walked back over to the couple of others, her little makeshift group, who were still gathered in the confines of the Kitchen House. She put on a somewhat forced smile, faking that her sanity was not cracking more and more with every new revelation. She was unsure though who she was trying to fool more, Gilbert, or herself? You could say that sarcasm was the glue that held her together by threads. Cut that, and who knows what would spill out from the dark depths of herself. She didn't want to know. So, fake it until you make it might as well be her new slogan right about now.

	She walked up alongside the chair that Bart was sitting in. She glanced down at him and arched a brow when he addressed her. Her brows then furrowed slightly at his words. [color=8A2BE2]"Callliifooorniaaa,"[/color] she repeated, drawing the word out in an exaggerated manner. She thought the word sounded familiar, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint where from. She mentally shrugged. [I]Who knows.[/I]

	[color=8A2BE2]"I am from the Soulless infested early 1800s Russia. I vas in England traveling with the Russian Imperial Circus vhen I vas untimely beheaded,"[/color] she finally addressed his question about where she was from. She decided to add the little tidbit about [I]when[/I] she was from, seeing as most everyone came from a different time, place, and timeline. At least that's what The Dice had said. She let out a small sigh and shook her head. [color=8A2BE2]"Don't ask,"[/color] she added in reference to the bit about her being beheaded. 

	Alexandra stared off absentmindedly at the wall for a moment before glancing back down at Bart. She once more arched a brow. It was kind of a habit of hers. [color=8A2BE2]"Internet? Cell phones? I don't knov vhat any of that is I'm afraid. Are you sure you are not speaking a foreign language?"[/color] she replied, throwing a little sarcasm into the mix as usual.

	She looked up and over at the door when she heard someone enter. In came a stumbling, almost drunken like Sophia. Her brows furrowed. [color=8A2BE2]"Vhat happened to you?"[/color] she asked. She finally rushed over, worried the girl was about to fall on her ass given the way she was scrambling around. [color=8A2BE2]"Voah voah voah, slov your roll,"[/color] she stated. [color=8A2BE2]"Vhat are you even looking for in such a hurry?"[/color] She threw a questioning look at the newcomer who rushed in soon after. She was too preoccupied by all this to note the sudden absence of the giant hat man.