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Those dark eyes hardened momentarily when the actor playing the Cook bitched her out. Perhaps she scowled. Perhaps she even sneered.

[color=ccccff][sub][i]Another white-boy thinkin' he needs to show up the 'coloured girl' and set example of just how dang stooooopid 'coloureds' are...[/i][/sub][/color] 

But that thought dissapated and quick. The storm that had suddenly descended upon that dark caramel hued face, washed away just as suddenly. Thin eyebrows popped up in sudden realization.

[color=ccccff][sub][i]The actor's just trying to save his job! I almost just ruined it for him. Damn. my bad...![/i]
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Of course he would not give in to her pleasantries; he was still in character! Man, this guy was good. He was playing up to the tourists here. And so Cheri had lightened up and reciprocated in kind by playing along in full. 

Dark eyes popped open wide at his words. A moment of shock dropped her jaw open as he waved about at the 'decrepit diner.' She may have even brought a hand to her mouth to cover it in 'dismay.' A head shake and disdaining set of clicks escaped full lips. [color=ccccff]"Oh, you are so right. I am such a fool. You are so right, mister! Oh no...! What should we do now?"[sub][i]Acting, natch...![/i][/sub][/color]
  
The tourist with the camera panned over to Cheri and the Cook actor. Reflexively, 'Cheri' had tilted down her chin and snugged her hood down lower over her face before he had turned to take a vid or snap of them. As soon as the tourist with the camera stepped off and mentioned police station, she piped up: [color=ccccff]"Great idea, mister!"[/color] But in actuality, she dug her heels in.

The set was more imaginitive and elabourate-- and realistic-- than any set she had seen before, but she was sure it would end somewhere. And if it ended anywhere near a police station, Cheri was just not having it. As if to accentuate the point, she snugged both packs of her 'precious green goods' tighter over her shoulders.  

But she could dig it; Tourist with a camera was only acting out of natural instinct to turn to authority figures in times of 'crisis.' And Cheri could not help but smile when the actor playing the Cook mentioned something about [i]'[b]not[/b] splitting up the party in horror movies'[/i] and chased on after the tourist with the camera. The actor just gave up [i]the tell[/i] as to what this setup really was. And that was her cue. She waited a heartbeat longer, watching as the pair headed off. When just far enough out of earshot, she blew them a kiss, turned heel and marched away quickly.

No, she was wrong and he was right. This was not a prank. Not even close actually. It was something much, much, much bigger and waaaaaaaay cooler. 

But first thing was first, she needed to hide her bags and she knew the perfect place to hide them. But that place was in the opposite direction of the police station. The spring in her step turned into some quick and slick dance steps as she sauntered away from the 'heroic men in this story.'

Someone had to play 'damsel in distress' afterall.