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[b][i][u]About two hours ago...[/u][/i][/b][/center]
Carnation bust out of a suitcase and onto the pavement of the airport in Boston, quickly recovering onto her feet and proceeding to book it as quickly as she could to the nearest concealed area. After ducking around the boxes and tram nearby, Carnation stopped and spoke to herself as she looked around. [color=goldenrod]"Hah... hah... sorry, whoever's clothes and pills those were back in Aus, but I have official business here in Boston right 'bout now. Just gotta... take a second to catch my breath and talk to Antonio."[/color] Raising her gloved hand up into the air in front of her, a small rift opened up to reveal the horned face of Antonio the Banker.

[color=crimson]"Why didn't you take my offer and let me open a gateway between Sydney and here?"[/color] Antonio asked the girl. He didn't understand his client for the majority of the time, he just knew that she was a bit special. She wasn't dumb, quite the opposite, but she didn't exactly do everything easily. 

[color=goldenrod]"'Cause mate, if we did things easily, we'd forget how fun it is to be free!"[/color] Carnation snickered as she dug through her bag for her water bottle. She bought it at the airport in Sydney before the security told her she needed a passport... and a legal guardian. She had neither of those. [color=goldenrod]"You still have that letter?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Indeed. 1313 Faust Drive. 11:30 pm."[/color] Antonio's voice was rough, but it still kept an air of formality about it as if he was still a businessman. It was really odd to hear, considering how he looked and acted, but that was besides the point. [color=crimson]"It's a good amount of miles away."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"What's the name of this airport?"[/color] Carnation asked her banker, pulling the cell phone out of her bag as she talked. 

[color=crimson]"Logan International Airport."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"Time to call a cab. Let's hope whatever these blokes at Faust Drive want won't kill me, eh?"[/color] Dialing a number for a cab service, Carnation packed her bag again as she walked towards the nearest door heading into the actual airport.

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[center][b][u][i]Present Time[/i][/u][/b][/center]

Carnation stood in front of the house that was listed on her letter. The cab behind her rolled away as she stared the entrance down. Checking the phone she had, the time was 23:25. Five minutes before she had to step up and enter the house. She wasn't feeling too great about it to be honest, but, it was better to be in there and warm than out here and cold. It was like, what, four degrees Celsius? It felt like it, and her trench coat was on too!

With a hesitant breath, Carnation walked up to the door and gave it a knock. What followed was a handsome servant opening the door for her and offering to take her coat. She was reluctant, but Carnation gave up her coat and let the servant take it away, leaving her to walk into the main room alone. Already in there was a lady who worked for the local newspaper from the looks of things, a sleazy man in his own coat, and-

[Color=00aeef]"My, oh my. Little One, what are you doing in such large clothes? All by yourself, too? Tsk tsk tsk, no no no no. This won't do, my little lovely. Not at all. Come, come sit with me, get yourself warmed up. As soon as this is over we are getting you some proper clothes and get you taken care of."[/color]

Carnation was lifted off the ground by the depressed woman and carried towards the armchair she was sitting in, a bit too surprised to really react, nor did she want to make a scene in front of the other people in the room. She kicked her feet in resistance, but her efforts were unsuccessful as the woman sat down on the couch and put Carnation down on her lap. For the first time since she had entered the house, she finally spoke. [color=goldenrod]"Oi? What the hell are y-... o-okay."[/color] Carnation just sat there and let the strange woman run her hands through her hair. New clothes had been the selling point there, considering Carnation normally wore the clothes of the pedos she killed.

When the waiter came around, Carnation requested a small glass of juice to be delivered, which it was. Though, she didn't specify what the juice she wanted was, it came back as cranberry juice. Tart, but addictive. Dang, did Carnation miss that taste.

Soon after the hostess of the party showed up, Carnation payed close attention to her, her right hand flipping her butterfly knife as she sat there in the strange lady's lap. She had her own questions, but the reporter lady had asked the main one that she had wanted to know.