Ines turns so that her smoke is in the wind, but not going towards Dahlia's face. Pretty girls shouldn't cough to death. It's more courtesy than Light got, at any rate.
"I couldn't tell," Ines replies. "It rains sometimes, I suppose. Does it matter much?"
Cue another long drag of her smoke, blown in the opposite direction. Willing to make an effort, but not willing to put it out, is what Ines is saying.
"Los Angeles, California. 2018." Dahlia looks a little embarrassed and awkward about the time gap. She wonders if this woman is dead as well, but she doesn't want to give that away about herself.
"I-I suppose it's true what they say about time and relativity," she stammers.
"That and a few other things. They're not always wrong," Ines replies. She takes a puff, then offers Dahlia a cigarette. "You look like you could use one."
Ines laughs, it's musical and girlish, a bit silvery, but also a bit cutting. "Ah, yes. I don't know where you would be going if you tried," she replies.
Here is Ines, not a very nice woman, dead as well, and rather... idly observing the passersby on the porch.
She might be waiting for someone - or maybe that's what she wants you to think.
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"Hello," she says with a sweet smile.
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She blows a long plume of smoke from her GauloiseTM.
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"Nice weather, isn't it?" she comments glancing back onto the lawn. "Is it always so lovely here?"
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"I couldn't tell," Ines replies. "It rains sometimes, I suppose. Does it matter much?"
Cue another long drag of her smoke, blown in the opposite direction. Willing to make an effort, but not willing to put it out, is what Ines is saying.
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"My name is Dahlia Hawthorne," she introduces herself. "And you are?"
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"Oh!" she exclaims, her mouth making a delicate circle. "Is that where you were, before... here?"
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"I-I suppose it's true what they say about time and relativity," she stammers.
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"This whole... times overlapping thing is going to take some getting used to," she says. "But I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon."
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She's already come to the conclusion that this pretty little one is dead, like her.
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"Oh?" she asks. "You must have been here a long time, then. What was it like before?"
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