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[angela_edmunds]

Angela Edmunds, aged seventeen, was heading out to a modeling shoot. She was sort of tired of them now and it took away from her surfing too much. And she did not want to do competitions and she didn’t feel like studying

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[misterbunny]

"What language for a nice young girl like yerself. I kinda like it." There doesn't seem to be anything around that could talk. Just a little Bunny on the side of the road, chewing on some grass.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela whirls to stare.

"What. The hell." She blinks. "Did you just talk?"

[misterbunny]

"Course not." The rabbit keeps chewing. "Rabbits don't talk, right?"

[angela_edmunds]

Angela just looks utterly confused now. "God, I must be fucked in the head," she mutters, going on to walk down the road.

Now she's sort of freaking out.

[lastblackhawk]

It may or may not reassure her when the silence of the dead land is split by a jet roaring overhead, only to vanish into the distance without apparently noticing her.

But Oracle's scanners are always on, and people -- especially alone, especially near LA -- are always being scanned for. It's only a few minutes later that the plane returns, at a much lower altitude, and helps itself to the long bare stretch of the highway for an expert landing.

[angela_edmunds]

After all the silence, the roar of the jet scares the shit out of her.

"Fuck!"

After a few hours of walking, her language hasn't gotten any better.

But she's even more terrified when the plane comes back and lands a short distance away.

Oh, shit...

[lastblackhawk]

Zinda's not used to working on her own, but Babs is hanging with her father at the farm and Dinah's cooped up with the bear-girl for the week. So there's a short pause between the jet finally coming to rest after tearing up the gravel for quite some distance, not very far at all from where Angela stands, and the door hissing open to reveal a tall blonde in a very short skirt.

"Well, hey there."

[angela_edmunds]

OK, tall blonde. Short skirt.

Short skirt? How does she fly in that thing?

"Um...um, hi," she says, her voice sort of trembly and scared sounding.

Well, Angela is trembly and scared, so it fits. She's burning in the sun because her sunblock is wearing off, she's nearly out of water, and she's famished.