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[rainbringsroses]

*a petite brunette is here now.

Blinking, rather confusedly.*

What the hell?

*if you listen closely, you can hear a hint of a southern accent.*

[[OOC: This is April from RENT. April Dupree, 21 at time of death... yeah. She's a sweetie, but can be rough around the edges.

Mimi and Sarah, I blame you.]]

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[waxamongfingers]

None of us know either. *and no, she has no idea who she's talking to~*

[rainbringsroses]

*grins* Good to know. There's beds and food here, right? Or at least blankets and corners to sleep in?

*was homeless for a year, no beds? Don't scare her*

[waxamongfingers]

There is, actually. It's nice.

[rainbringsroses]

*big grin* Good. Don't fancy being here if R can't get food whenever the hell he wants to. *R being Roger*

[waxamongfingers]

*headtilts* R?

[rainbringsroses]

Um, yeah. R. Roger. He's my... *hesitates* boyfriend? Or... was... I'm not entirely sure where we stand at the moment...

[waxamongfingers]

*goes pale* Y-- you're April?

[rainbringsroses]

*taken aback* Um... yeah, my name's April...

[waxamongfingers]

You're supposed to be dead.

[rainbringsroses]

*blink* *oh, it must be someone like Joanne...* Um... yes. I... think I am, actually...