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Another day, another headache.

Whatever God or divine entity or mean spirited demon that had chucked her into this world sure had a funny sense of humor. Going from a life in the limelight surrounded by luxury to having to actually budget herself and scrounge for food had been such a whiplash that the few days had practically flown by in a blur. But as always, there was nothing to do but to roll up your sleeves and get to work, and the young woman was determined to do that. There was no use in whining, even if this weird town and its weird inhabitants and its weird monsters had initially freaked her out at first. 

With her chin perched on the palm of her left hand, Étoile slouched forward as she let out a rather heavy sigh. She was at the bar just having come back from slaying a few monsters, but it wasn't exactly the most fruitful of tasks. Not that she was one to avoid work, but the felt sustaining herself was the real challenge. Letting go of a whole lot from her previous lifestyle had been a challenge, but she had no idea how many things she took for granted: a soft bed, hot baths, her hairdresser, her cellphone, the ability to walk around freely outside of a town and not get attacked by monsters or bandits.

Her right hand tapped the table, bright eyes staring at nothing in particular. Something needed to change, but what? What could she do to change her situation? Her thoughts went to that mysterious man she had met on the first day, but there was no going back to that weird place no matter how hard she tried. Being at a loss was a very odd feeling, and it was one she did not like. She just had to think, that's all. Not her strong suit, admittedly, but she could totally come up with something.

A commotion managed to catch her attention, the redhead sitting up slightly. A bar fight? The hell was wrong with people? Some drunken idiots starting up crap, though it seemed to escalate when some nerd's papers got ruined. It reminded her of those so called 'screenwriters' with their laptops at a Starbucks. Who the hell writes in a bar of all places, anyway? That's like being surprised when you wear all white then go to a paintball competition.

Letting out a huff, she straightened herself before giving the guy a look. [b][color=crimson]"You're expecting a little too much if you think they'll compensate you,"[/color][/b] She raised her voice so he would hear her.
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