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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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From:

expy

Physically? Maybe. Emotionally? There's nothing quite like the stinging shame of knowing you got owned by a girl with pepper spray. [2007 phrases...]

From:

samantha_grey

Hah. Ok, yeah I see the point there. As long as they get how much shame's in that, at least. You're... alright. Kind of a bitch, but you're alright.

[As they started to reach Heimdall District, she smirked with a wince over at her. Somehow, 'bitch' didn't sound like it was meant to be an insult.]

From:

expy

[Well, she has to snort at that, albeit lightly. She's definitely been referred to by worse slurs in a joking manner.]

Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment.

From:

samantha_grey

Good. I'd hate to have to actually backtrack something like that, heh.

[She paused and looked up at the nearest building, sighing and rubbing her head.]

Tell me. Oh fearless one. If you don't mind me asking, what is it that made you come after me?

From:

expy

Like I said, appropriately placed concern. [Shrugging, to accentuate that sentence.] If you're going to be a threat, then I need to make sure casualties are as low as the successful marriage rates. Call it a force of habit, if you want.

From:

samantha_grey

[She hung her head a little and then looked at her out of the corner of her eye, a sad grin on her face as she coughed once and winced. They were getting ever closer to the clinic, so she slowed a little. When she spoke, she almost sounded disappointed for a moment.

Or maybe that was just the imagination playing tricks on a soul.]

I see. Fair enough, I suppose. I won't try to warn you off anymore. I'm sure I'll have worse watchdogs in the end. You're... at least tolerable to talk to.

From:

expy

[Being who she is, regardless of whether or not she caught that, she seems to ignore it. Noticing disappointment wasn't really her thing. Maybe.]

Thanks. You're pretty tolerable, yourself. Not too chatty, not too pompous.

From:

samantha_grey

Thanks. Careful though. I can get chatty if you pick the wrong topic...

[She sighed and laughed again, wincing while she looked around the edges of Heimdall District. For some reason, this one seemed to have wandered into her life, and she had no idea why she was sticking her neck out. Still, she could try and take her at her word.]

I think we're getting close, Eve.

From:

expy

Don't worry. I've dealt with my fair share of upset, chatty women.

[Which was an understatement, but she won't get into that. Instead, she'll take a cursory glance around the streets as she continues on.]

Looks like it. I'm guessing it won't take too long, now.

From:

samantha_grey

How many of them confessed the kind of crap I did, I wonder?

[She gave her a curious look as they walked, the clinic looming about a block away.]

I can't imagine they're that common.

From:

expy

A genie once told me about her boyfriend's table manners. Does that count?

[Kidding, sort of. Hearing about a vampire's feeding habits was extraordinarily gross to her, however.]

From:

samantha_grey

Depends a lot on the Genie, and even more on the boyfriend. But best not to ask, just in case.

From:

expy

Smart girl. Almost everyone goes ahead and asks.

From:

samantha_grey

[She snorted and chuckled. Anyone who could react as Eve did to some things could probably have stories Samantha didn't really want to know.]

I'm stubborn, but never let it be said I'm always stupid. I... can make the rest of the way if you want to call it a night.

...thanks.