[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/hXIAFYNShn9Ju/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]I might be crazy, but at least I keep it interesting...
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[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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	[color=8A2BE2]"Oooooh a mystery, nov I vant to knov even more,"[/color] Alexandra stated in response to Bart's poor attempt at dissuading her curiosity. She wasn't so easily deterred. She practically bounced after him on her still bare feet into the Kitchen House. She was a picture of bliss, or maybe it was insanity. Whichever. It was really open to individual interpretation. Her dark brown eyes took in the group congregating inside around the containers of strong alcohol. It wasn't much unlike home really. She quickly brushed aside the emotions that that notion stirred up within her. Now was not the time for melancholy. Now was the time to drink! 

	She reached over and picked up one of the mason jars of white liquid that Alicia slid over. All the while, she kept Bart in her peripheral view, gauging his reaction to the strong liquor. Why? Because it was amusing, obviously. She turned back to face him fully and smirked at his reaction. [color=8A2BE2]"I bet I could out drink you. I could probably out drink you all,"[/color] she jabbed with a note of cockiness. [color=8A2BE2]"After all, I'm tougher, stronger, more Russian!"[/color] And with that she took a sip of the mysterious substance.

	Though she had had strong liquor before, she admittedly wasn't quite prepared for the punch that this one packed. [color=8A2BE2]"GAH!"[/color] she sputtered. She coughed and covered her mouth with her free hand as the liquid burned its way down her throat. [I]Damn.[/I] [color=8A2BE2]"Я не достоин. Я не достоин,"[/color] she muttered in Russian under her breath. She gave Bart a weak grin as she coughed a few more times. She then squared her shoulders, bracing herself for the next sip. [I]Maybe it would be easier the second go around,[/I] she thought as she took another swig. [I]Nope. Nope. Not at all.[/I] She let out a small hiss between her gritted teeth, shaking her head.

	Right about then, the giant man, aka The Hat, aka Gilbert, chose to make his reappearance. [color=8A2BE2]"G-giant--man--y-ou're back,"[/color] she exclaimed between poorly concealed coughs.

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Я не достоин. Я не достоин. = I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy.
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