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WHO: Rinoa and Squall and Angelo
WHAT: Discussing job options regarding the AMC
WHERE: The alleyway outside of The Warrior Princess
WHEN: Friday night, 11pm. [pre-dated due to traveling]
Rinoa wore her green and yellow flower-patterned sun dress, cowboy boots, and a matching hat, despite the fact that she didn't even plan on stepping foot in the club. She sat in the alleyway beside the establishment with Angelo, who was wearing a bandana around her neck.
Rinoa was waiting for this 'Squall' character to show up, who she'd met on the internet. If she hadn't had decent fighting skills, she never would have agreed to the meeting in the first place. People knew better than to go and see someone they'd met online, especially in Reggio Calabria.
The sergeant smiled and leaned her head back against the brick of the alley. You never would have guessed that she worked for the Antimafia Commission with her innocent and childish look. She appeared to the outsider as a naive little girl who was clearly looking for trouble by doing things like this.
Regardless, Rinoa waited, and cheerfully. She waved at the club patrons as they entered and exited, and watched some curiously while they stood outside for a chat and a smoke. Angelo sat patiently at her side, sniffing the air every once in awhile, but with droopy eyes. When Squall showed up, they would retreat into the darkness to discuss job options. She wasn't dumb enough to stand anywhere near the opening of the joint when that happened, as she already knew many of her co-workers and the Mafiosi would be there.
WHAT: Discussing job options regarding the AMC
WHERE: The alleyway outside of The Warrior Princess
WHEN: Friday night, 11pm. [pre-dated due to traveling]
Rinoa wore her green and yellow flower-patterned sun dress, cowboy boots, and a matching hat, despite the fact that she didn't even plan on stepping foot in the club. She sat in the alleyway beside the establishment with Angelo, who was wearing a bandana around her neck.
Rinoa was waiting for this 'Squall' character to show up, who she'd met on the internet. If she hadn't had decent fighting skills, she never would have agreed to the meeting in the first place. People knew better than to go and see someone they'd met online, especially in Reggio Calabria.
The sergeant smiled and leaned her head back against the brick of the alley. You never would have guessed that she worked for the Antimafia Commission with her innocent and childish look. She appeared to the outsider as a naive little girl who was clearly looking for trouble by doing things like this.
Regardless, Rinoa waited, and cheerfully. She waved at the club patrons as they entered and exited, and watched some curiously while they stood outside for a chat and a smoke. Angelo sat patiently at her side, sniffing the air every once in awhile, but with droopy eyes. When Squall showed up, they would retreat into the darkness to discuss job options. She wasn't dumb enough to stand anywhere near the opening of the joint when that happened, as she already knew many of her co-workers and the Mafiosi would be there.