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[purplelocke]

Betsy shifted awake abruptly from where she lay against the cab window. She took in a deep breath, peering at the mansion before her. She smiled as the cab came to a stop. She pulled the money out of her back pocket she had received from her brother and opened the door, grasping her luggage. She stepped out and gave the cab a smack on the door to

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[suchoriblthings]

Fortunately for Betsy, the personality currently in control was Matt. H.M. would not have been a very nice welcoming committee. Hearing the knock even over the music blaring out of a pair of over sized headphones, he answered the door. He smiled warmly at the pretty girl standing there. "Welcome!" He shouted, louder than necessary as his music still played.

[purplelocke]

Betsy smiled sweetly, pulling a stray purple lock behind her ear, "Hello. I'm looking for Scott Summers." She peered past him. "Might I come in?"

[suchoriblthings]

Matt yanked his headphones off and let them hang around his neck. "He's around here somewhere. In a house this big, I feel like using a trail of breadcrumbs just to find my way back to my room sometimes." He motioned for Betsy to come in. "Please do. My name is Matt."

[purplelocke]

"Betsy Braddock," Betsy nodded in reply as she stepped inside. She pushed her hair out of her face just as it had started to fall. She pulled the black hair tie off her wrist and pulled her back into a messy bun out of her face. "So... how's life around here?" she asked.