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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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samantha_grey

[And now, she plays on one of those emotions she knows so many of you have, curious to see if Jack's on that list. The feed switches to video, and there's a bit of blood running down the claws that she's licking. It's actually her blood from a shallow wound she's just done to herself off camera, but the effect is good enough for a show. Flicking the droplets off of it, she laughs wickedly.]

Are you sure you can live with yourself knowing that someone else is going to take your place? When I say break [At which point, her fingers and claws clench and she bares those small fangs of hers, blood-red eyes wide with mad glee] I do mean break. They don't let me out of my cage often, Jack.

I intend to drink my fill today. Are you really the sort who'd just let someone like me go find someone to play with?

From:

2cool4guardian

[Seeing the camera turning on makes Jack... ok not panic, but definitely something similar. He doesn't want people seeing him like this.

This time, he does manage to hang up, the little blood show not reaching his hero-wannabe eyes. It seems you'll be able to have your way after all, Sam.]

From:

samantha_grey

[She always got what she wanted, in her own way, but then again she was surprisingly easy to please in a very sick and depraved sort of way. One quarry was always as good as the other...

Lucky for Jack though, lucky for Jack.]