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A thirteen year old girl, black hair back in a low business-like ponytail walks into the room. She stops, black booted feet planted solidly on the floor, and glares around.
(A waitrat squeaks, cheerfully, and races up onto one of her shoulders--she relaxes slightly.)
After giving the bar a good look over, Helen moves off to find a table and maybe--just maybe--take a break from the work she's been facing this whole time.
[Sick, so please ping at TLvop first!]
(A waitrat squeaks, cheerfully, and races up onto one of her shoulders--she relaxes slightly.)
After giving the bar a good look over, Helen moves off to find a table and maybe--just maybe--take a break from the work she's been facing this whole time.
[Sick, so please ping at TLvop first!]