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[Rei is working the late late shift at a seedy diner all by herself. And by seedy diner, I mean the dining room. That somehow employs people for the duration of the event but really isn't that much different, except all gritty and film noir-y.

SHUT UP IT WORKS SOMEHOW.

She'll be closing up in an hour or so, and in the meantime, she's wiping things down and getting ready. Her inner monologue is pretty quiet for the moment, focused on the mundane tasks of work.]


[ooc: Rei's monologue will appear in italics following her normal speech. But um you probably shouldn't expect her to be thinking much more than she actually says most of the time. :||||]

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[demiurgos-girl.livejournal.com]

The air outside was warm and humid, pressing down against my skin and draining me of what little drive was left. I thought the diner might be closed by now, but I decided to try my chances, edging in and shutting the door behind me to keep out the warm night air.

It was dark. Covered in the shadows of the room was another woman who I recognized. I slipped down onto a chair and sighed heavily, the kind of sigh that spoke of long nights with too much of nothing to do- too much chasing around after ghosts of crimes, always on the heels of the real detectives. It was the kind of sigh that measured tiredness in its breath, that talked about all the things a young woman wanted to do but never could. It was the sigh of the downtrodden and hopeless. It was the most heartfelt sigh the world had ever heard, and it lasted all of one second. It was profound. Deep. Inscrutable. Even worth an entire paragraph of study.

Hi. Are you still open?

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

[The man who steps in knows he looks out of place. How can you not when your suit costs more than the whole joint, probably five times over? But, he takes his seat anyway, becuase he figures that no one will tell him no. What would someone do? Finger him as a crook? Point out he has a drug ring, not to mention his fingers in every protection racket in the city? Of course not, Congressman Kura is a respectable man, and every case against him - well, the witnesses had this tendency to never show up in court.]

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[jivitadana.livejournal.com]

[The diner. It's seedy and shady, but that's the way things were, are, and had been. If the streets were as good as my instincts, then I'd be out of business. And I wouldn't have the chance to introduce my friend so often. She's the quiet type until someone pisses her off. You don't want to see her when she's upset. She's a close friend all right, and travels with me in my holster.

As I take a seat near another table she's wiping down, I don't think about how she ended up working here. It's not my job. No one's paying me to find out either. The girl working here's also the quiet type. You can see my taste in friends. Another one who I wouldn't want to see upset.]

You're still here.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ I demand it quick with teal courier crackling at my words. Further clarification isn't necessary. The blueberry snowcone waitress knows me by smell. She knows what I'd want. ]

[nomansplaything.livejournal.com]

Oh these streets. Oh these crooked, slimy, disgusting streets. It's been a long day, watching all these corrupt Men go about their crooked lives, and it will be an even longer night. I had better grab a bite to eat before I head for another high perch.

[Bagheera pushes the door to the diner open and slinks inside. He sees Rei, tips his head in a greeting, then makes his way to his usual seat. And by that, I mean an ottoman at the end of the table.]