~*~Branded RP (Role Play)~*~

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(Two things. One: when I mean back of a pickup truck, I mean the bed of the truck. 'Cause that's just so much more fun. No seats, though. Two: Lark grabbed her, right?)
 
( One: Okay. Two: That was a way to enter Hallie, but I'll find another way to do so. )

( Scratch my last post, then. )

( Can there be a chest or something along those lines in the bed? )
 
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( I don't know for sure if the ravioli's good in Dallas, so don't hold me to it. )

"I'll take that," Lark said, her eyes brightening like a kid's on Christmas Day. It was obvious that she liked ice cream way more than ravioli!

A creak came from a far corner of the bed, where a dusty wooden chest sat. Hinges screeched their protest as the top opened, and a skinny, pale arm appeared.
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Vesta yelped, "What the - ? ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!"
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( Trying... not... to... crack... up... Going... to... BWAHAHAHAHA! )

Lark had yelped, too, but in a very different way: "AND YOU CALL ME A LUNATIC!"

The hand recoiled for a second, slowly inching down the front of the wooden chest. As fast as it appeared, it was gone... and replaced by a girl. She had waist-length blond hair and gray eyes, and wore black from head to toe- black shirt, black skirt, black leggings, and black shoes. She was very pale and slender, and had an outlandish air around her.

"Please excuse my..., uh,...rather rude way of entering," she said, in a lightly-accented voice as smooth as a glacier.
 
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The stranger looked Vesta over from head-to-toe, as if trying to decide if she could be trusted. After a moment, the girl stared at Vesta with a cold gray eyes, her gaze seeming to reach into the depths of the other girl's soul- an observation generously provided by Lark.

"I'm Hallie," she said after another moment passed, sticking a pale, skinny arm out.
 
"Vesta." said Vesta, "What are you doing here?" She didn't say it in a rude way, just curiously.
 
Hallie shook her outstretched arm a bit; a clear sign that she expected Vesta to shake it. Wrinkling her pert little nose, she said, "I was in that horrid little orphanage for about five minutes before I ran out the front door. When I saw this truck at a stoplight and the driver hunched over looking at his phone, I jumped in and hurried to this chest," she pointed behind her with the same arm, "where I hid until you two started squabbling. She jerked her pointing finger forward, pointing it first at Lark and then to Vesta.

Something was strange with this girl. The other sleeve of her black shirt was rolled up and pinned under a stump-like form.

Hallie only had one arm.
 
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