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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 9, 2007 10:19:50 GMT -5
Rhia grins back at Michael, pushing the bag higher up on her shoulder. She reaches behind her head and pulls the clip from her hair. She shakes her head a bit, letting her hair fall down her back. She clips the hairclip onto one of the straps of the bag and smiles sweetly at Michael.
Many people underestimate her, so she's not all that worried about the agents inside making her for a witch. She'd like to refrain from having to kick some overzealous kid's ass and landing in jail. It would kind of put a cramp in their night. So, Rhia does her best to put on her 'innocent' face. Anyone who knew her would know what a total crock that face was, but to an outsider it would be a completely different story.
She smiles again at Michael. "Ready when you are, love," she says, gesturing towards the glass doors ahead of them.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Feb 10, 2007 6:13:13 GMT -5
Continued in FIB Headquaters - Post No. 1
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 15, 2007 8:32:11 GMT -5
Abby Green calls while Rhia and Michael are out.
“Mr. Draven. Ms. Marinello. My shadows seem to be doing better, so I would like to invite you both to breakfast at my home to meet with them. 2 pm tomorrow in the penthouse apartment of the Guardian Arms. I will let the doorman know you both will be here. If you cannot attend, please let me know.”
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