What a Good Girl Am I

[if_she_hollers]

((Backdated to after this thread and before this one. Slightly incoherent. =X))

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[After Mimi has cleaned everything until it's spotless, she stumbles towards the living room and collapses into the couch. She lays there motionlessly, too drained to do anything more. After a few moments, though, a few tears begin to

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dude wait what o_o

[bustydefense]

[Mia hurries to the door and opens it enough to make sure it's who she thinks it is. She thinks for a moment, then asks a question.]

What are you doing out in this weather?

>_>

[if_she_hollers]

. . . I need to talk to you. In private. Every call is being broadcast to every home right now.

@_@

[bustydefense]

So I've heard.

[She opens the door and steps aside]

[if_she_hollers]

Thank you.

[Mimi steps into the house, takes a few looks around, and seems to remember herself.]

So like, let's go somewhere where your family won't like, eavesdrop.

[bustydefense]

They're fine. I'm not going out into the storm.

[if_she_hollers]

[Mimi sighs before dropping her voice to a murmur.]

Like, duh. I meant like, somewhere inside. But like, I guess we could just do this here. I like, wouldn't want to get your nice sofa all totally wet.

So like, short story? I met this girl today -- Her name was like, Dahlia Hawthorne. And she like, knew everything there was to know about my sister. I like . . . really, really don't want anything to get out about her. And like, I would totally do anything if you could like, do something about it. She like, knows your aunt, and I thought like, she would be afraid of you, but she wasn't.

So like . . . First things first, could you like, tell me about this girl? I like, know she was in prison for some reason . . . Please. I need to know. She's not as kind as . . . She's just not nice. She'd blab anytime if it would benefit her. I need leverage. I'll do anything you ask, Mia, I swear.

Like, I'll even talk to you if you like, really want to.

[bustydefense]

Let me get you a towel. The sofa will be fine.

[if_she_hollers]

. . . Um.

Did you even like, hear the rest of that? But I guess like, thanks.

[bustydefense]

There's a lot to say. You might as well be dry for it.

[if_she_hollers]

. . . Like, OK, then.

[Though Mimi had stalwartly steeled herself to not fall for Mia's evil 'pretend to be a nice person 24/7' plan, she grudgingly accepted the towel and dried herself off as much as she could. Once finished, she headed somewhat hesitantly for the sofa.]

[bustydefense]

[Mia follows and sits down on the loveseat]

So. You met my cousin, Dahlia.

[if_she_hollers]

. . .

WHAT?!

That evil, conniving snake is her mother?! No wonder she seemed familiar! Morgan put up the exact same act.

. . . Not that I should really be talking about acting.

[bustydefense]

[Well, Mia's not going to comment on that. For now, at least.]

Yes. Morgan is Dahlia's mother. How did you two meet?

[if_she_hollers]

Dahlia? When she made that phone call and betrayed her act. The one about feeding Matt and Chrona to the wolves. After she called me a stupid bitch in another failed privacy filter, she started with the veiled threats.

[bustydefense]

Hmmm, interesting. Why?

[if_she_hollers]

Probably so like, I would be afraid of messing with her. I don't know.

So, Mia? Will you help or not? If she's got that snake's genes, she's bound to have done something really evil.