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[When the video turns on, there sitting in the chair is a tanned, black haired, wild looking woman, with a glass of something in her hands. She's drumming her fingers against her arm from where it's crossed, a huge tribal tattoo decorating the arm. She certainly doesn't look happy to be here, but oddly enough, not that freaked out.

When she starts talking, her voice is quite distinctly Australian, but if you asked her where she was from, she'd certainly not reference 'Down Under'. The voice is also a little husky, harshened by the fact she's exhausted and had a drink to help quell her anxiety. Not that she'd ever admit to it.]

Seems like this place is fulla lost people, but not the people I'm lookin' for. [she pauses, taking a long drink from a glass she's holding. She seems strained, like she's frustrated it's have to even come to this, to stretching out and asking for help, and she's hesitant to start.]

Lady Luck is not shining on me today. [she gives a wry laugh, and takes another swig from her drink.]

Listen, I don't remember if I was here last time--I don't remember anything that happened last time--but if anyone remembers me, contact me as soon as you can. Especially you, Vanille. [She's secretly hoping that Vanille is the only one who answers. She doesn't know what she'd do if anyone else she knew did. Her sacrifice would have been for nought. They could be dust in the wind for all she knew.]

'Till then, somebody recommend a good bar. If I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well enjoy myself and right about now, I really need to punch something.

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[She raises an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk showing.]

And what if I don't want the company of someone who can't defend themselves, huh? [she's mostly joking. But she had intended on drinking alone tonight until she could find a fight. But she's tired and just wants a drink, and if someone can take her without getting lost then she doesn't care.

She eyes him for a moment and then sighs.] I can see why you'd need me. Wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face.

I love meeting a woman with a generous appreciation of aesthetics.

[A slight pause, then,]

Name's Jim.

Heh. Don't meet them often? Shame.

[She rolls her eyes with a laugh.]

Fang.

That depends on how you define 'often'.

[Totally teasing? Totally teasing.]

Fang, huh. That a nickname?

Obviously not the same as you.

[She arches an eyebrow.]

Nope. Just my name. Is 'Jim' a nickname?

Short for James.

And you think my name is strange.

[Mock-indignant,]

What's wrong with James?

It's not a name I ever heard of.

Well, personally, I think we should embrace our differences.

[Totally flirtatious oops.]

[Oh Jim. If only you knew.]

Oh really? You gonna get me that drink now?

Gladly, gorgeous.

[He grins.]

But I kinda need to know where you are first.

[She can't help but smirk.]

Just Fang is fine.

Earth Sector. That apparently is the worst for drinking.

[He smiles at her, roguishly. But he manages to do it in such a way that implies he'll use her name from now on.]

Then I'll head that way to make your acquaintance personally. Which building?

I'll be outside. Can't stand being cooped up for too long anyways.

Ten-four.

[And with that, he's off on his way!]

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