[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=9d362f]Zeltzin Sandoval[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=9d362f]Mentions:[/color] [@silvermist1116](Ophrenia)  [color=9d362f]Location:[/color] Coffee House > Summit Motel > Black Mining Co. Main Office[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent] Zeltzin was pleased to find there wasn't much more planning to be had in the coffee shop, at least for her group. Sure, having a solid plan could help, but she was a woman of action - she didn't mind playing things off the cuff. She was keen to have a partner who didn't [i]seem[/i] like much of a planner, either - they usually tended to slow her down where she didn't need it.

Z waited for said partner at the door to the coffee shop, propping it open with her shoulder as she did so. She watched the other girl lug her suitcase past the threshold before letting the door loose and starting to walk alongside her with her signature limp. She let a silence follow Ophrenia's suggestion to shack up together.

The duo reached Zeltzin's bike and the girl took hold of the handlebars, kicking up the stand before she started walking the bike alongside her partner. Ideally, she would've just rode the bike to the motel, but a part of her didn't want to blow off the person she'd be working with. And she definitely wasn't going to let someone she just met ride pillion with her, and any attempts to suggest such would be met with a hardfast [i]no[/i]. For a moment, she passed a glance over Ophrenia, an expression that might imply she was thinking over the girl's previous offer. She wasn't.

[color=9d362f]"They better have singles."[/color] She replied in a sober tone.

As it turned out, they didn't. [i]Or[/i] the clerk was the type to troll the blunt, no-nonsense customers who came in with their friends. Either way, the duo registered themselves for a double and left what they didn't need behind, before they made their trek to the Black Mining Co. Main Office. Which, gratefully, wasn't too far, considering the size of the town.

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Once the girls reached the property, it would've been obvious to most that [i]something[/i] was off about the place. To the un-superstitious Zeltzin, however, it was just another old-ass building with some weird-ass construction work.

Zeltzin's eyes darted up to one of the windows as the shape of a woman faded into obscurity behind it. She shrugged it off as she turned-shoulder away from the building to face Ophrenia. [color=9d362f]"Aight, so.. plan."[/color] She started, shifting her jacket for comfort. [color=9d362f]"We have a couple options, if we think it out. Outside of [i]outright asking[/i] for Eleanor.. we could, I guess, trick 'em. We can play a couple'a coal-refinement tycoon reps or some shit. Seems like a safe bet."[/color] She offered, taking a moment to glance back towards the building as she spoke. [color=9d362f]"Or we could.."[/color] She paused, thinking over what she was about to say. She was still suspicious of what was going on, really - they all knew a [i]different[/i] Eleanor, [i]but[/i] each Eleanor led back to here. So.. surely there [i]really was[/i] some Eleanor with a connection to this place. [color=9d362f]"..we could say we have a business dealing with Eleanor Black specifically. Could be risky.. if it doesn't work, well. We'll be stonewalled outta the place. Ain't ever made a business deal with.. someone who doesn't exist."[/color] She finished, the last bit of her final sentence leaving her voice leaking with a hint of.. pain.

[color=9d362f]"Thoughts, compañera?"[/color]
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