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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Brooklyn Bridge
[color=DCDC95]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center]
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Verity could feel the honking and yelling driving the screw into her already pulsing headache. She just didn't have time for this. Thankfully, the guy who hit her had the sense to have his information ready. [color=DCDC95]"Oh you are having a bad day? Aww. Aww!"[/color] She made a show of mock crying. [color=DCDC95]"I don't care! Just hurry it up. I have places to be."[/color]

If truth were being told, she didn't hate the man. He was kind of cute in a "I would only do anything with him to piss off my parents" kind of way. Just as they were going to exchange information, some jackass hit a puddle, drenching them. [color=DCDC95]"You have got to be kidding me. Hey asshole! If I see you ever again, you're dead!"[/color]

She tried, albeit hopelessly, to shake off the water. [color=DCDC95]"You know, at this point, fate is telling me it's not my day, so forget it. The damage isn't that bad and I know a guy. Hell, been meaning to get a new car anyway."[/color] She walked towards her car. [color=DCDC95]"Hope your day gets better, at least. Mine is apparently fucked."[/color]