[i]“Pretty girls have a love affair With their eyes and their shining hair Fantasize that the world adores Tantalize like a cover girl”[/i] [b]~Blue Oyster Cult, Mirrors. [/b] [B]Dojoville, Midday. [/B] [i]    Diana looked down at the silver phone in her hand - No texts back yet, a damn shame in her opinion. She slipped her phone into the front pocket of her skin-tight, bright blue jeans and looked down the sunny street ahead. A mix of modernized tech, futuristic and past all clashed with one another, from cyber-age neon billboards and modern clothing on the people walking to the horses and cards of hay in the streets. It was strange to her, unfamiliar, but she made her way down the anomalous road. She found the nearest coffee shop and pushed the glass door open. [/i] [i]    Stepping inside, the redheaded woman - with hair that looked almost dyed brightly - straightened out her black tee shirt, her hand sliding past the hilt of a concealed pistol underneath it and a small switchblade in her pocket. After what happened last time she was in the city… Well, proper protection was a necessity. Thankfully it was hidden under the shirt and on her waistline, so there wasn’t really all too much firearm to stare at. She approached the counter and got her coffee with two shots of espresso in it, and left the shop soon after. [/i] [i]    She felt a vibration against her thigh and grabbed her phone with her free hand. Her pale reflection stared her down on the black screen, with her blue eyes analyzing her appearance - Makeup accentuated the brighter colours of her face, a light blush letting her complexion match her hair a bit more. Her vanity would keep her glaring at the high cheekbones and feminine structure of her face for a moment, before she finally turned the screen on, unlocked herr phone, and opened the texts app. She looked to the top of her recent contacts list, seeing the name “Aveline” at the top. She pressed on it and saw a quick message, before responding. [/i] [b]“D, meet me at my house. You can stay with me until you get back on your feet.” [/b] [b]“OMG thank you so much! I promise I’ll pay u back when i can!” [/b] [B]“I bet you will. Oh, and we need to talk soon - You’ll want to hear this.” [/b] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i]    The ginger-haired woman arrived at the house a few minutes later. The neighbourhood around it felt cozy, if small and smelling lightly of weed. The house itself was a rather unattractive yet pretty one. White sidings and faded bricks made the outside, with a shanty garage and a wooden porch outside. It looked old, predating even the seventies but modern enough to look as if it was made midway through the nineties. Diana approached the door and knocked three times, her suitcase in the free hand. The blonde-haired Aveline was the one who opened the door, giving her a friendly smile. The two exchanged a brief hug to one another, but for different reasons - Diana was grateful, but Aveline needed to make her happy for what was to come. [/i]     [i]After Diana had unpacked all of her stuff, it was time for her to explore the area around the house. She stepped outside and started to walk down the road, not knowing what would come her way, or rather, who. [/i] ((Open!)) [spoiler]I'm trying something new and very specific with this character, so if y'all could just forget FN and Cyberpunk is her canon past, that'd be greeeeat. [/spoiler]