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Post by rachelle on Dec 1, 2007 2:37:24 GMT 1
Rachel got out of her convertable, which she parked in the lot. She walked into the watcher's council wearing a black tank top covered by a furry white jacket, blue jeans and boots. She ajusted her sun glasses as she waited for someone to help her. She tapped her fingers on the desk.
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Post by elizaa on Dec 1, 2007 2:42:46 GMT 1
Slayer headquarters. Eliza stepped into the building wearing her favorite turtleneck and jeans. She figured that if she was comfortable, it would help her to make a good impression. The inside seemed empty except for a blond at the front desk. There was no way going past her quiet and unnoticed, since her heels clacked on the hard floor as she walked through the entrance. She wouldn't mind so much. That day her hair was down in big, soft curls, matching the mood of her neutral, laid back makeup.
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Post by rachelle on Dec 1, 2007 2:45:45 GMT 1
Rachel turned as she saw a girl walk by her. "Oh, hello." She said, smiling. "Do you know where I can get some service around here?" She asked, hoping the girl was filled with bubbly answers.
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Post by elizaa on Dec 1, 2007 2:56:16 GMT 1
She hoped she'd slip by without this girl noticing her, but it was no use, "Not a clue," she said, being honest and not pretending to have all the answers, "I'm just as new as you, I suppose." She wish she knew what to do, what to say, but slaying was slightly new to her.
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Post by rachelle on Dec 1, 2007 22:56:09 GMT 1
Rachel turned to the girl and gave her her hand. "Rachel." She smiled.
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Post by elizaa on Dec 2, 2007 18:21:30 GMT 1
Eliza took her hand and shook it, "Eliza." Kill two birds with one stone, a violent phrase, but on this occasion a true one. Eliza had finally arrived at the Slayer Head Quarters and met a new person, it didn't matter if friend was in it, but it seemed as if she was on a roll with luckiness that day. Though it wasn't much, it was a lot luckier than past event Eliza had encountered.
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Post by rachelle on Dec 2, 2007 18:29:01 GMT 1
Rachel smiled. "That's a very pretty name." She said, wanting to make friends now more then ever. "So, what to do? Sit here and read crappy old magazines?" She said, shrugging. "Personally, I never do that." She replied to her own comment with defence, hoping Eliza wouldn't think she's that kinda gal. She sighed sitting down again.
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Post by elizaa on Dec 2, 2007 18:42:53 GMT 1
((This thread needs to be closed since the new plot is kinda.... you know, so let's make it quick.))
"Thanks," Eliza smiled at the compliment, "You too," she took a seat, crossing her one leg over the other, "I don't tend to do that much either. Where you from?"
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