[h3]Reese Hemlock[/h3]
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A blond twink, another blond who wasn't, a formally-dressed man occupied with two men, and a rich-looking, black-haired woman. She eyed the first one she looked at for a small moment before blankly staring at the ground. It was hard to deny that all four of them looked out of place from one another, as if they all came from different sides of life.

Their contrast was what kept her attention to them, but only her attention. She showed nothing else.


[quote=Black-Haired Woman][color=fff200]"Excuse moi. If you have nothing better to do, then you should help me, oui?"[/color][/quote]
What she thought about using as time to silently wait and mull about idly came to an abrupt halt when the voice of the dark-haired woman called to her. Reese slowly glanced at the woman. For the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost must've decided to combine everything Reese [i]dreaded[/i] in a person and mixed them together like a goddamn health drink. The looks, the voice, and-

...

Not everything, maybe, because the woman didn't start off calling out how filthy Reese looked or some random condescending shit.

Maybe that was for later.

[color=f26522][i]Great.[/i][/color] She could already hear the iron pipe scraping against the depths of her mind's walls. [color=f26522][i]I can already tell this one's something else.[/i][/color]

But who was she to say anything? The woman looked like she could buy a car for the sole purpose of throwing it away. Reese herself looked like she came right out of a firefight in Detroit. She doubted they'd meet more than one occasion, though, so she pushed the thought of ignoring the woman.

Reese responded in a deadbeat tone, [color=f26522]"No more than a minute."[/color] She silently hoped to whatever God that pretended to exist that this woman would not pull a 360 on her and ask if they wanted to be friends.

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