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Seventh
[George appears on screen, face as neutral as ever. She's sitting in a gross, olive green booth, a plate of food in front of her. She doesn't seem to notice it. In fact, if anybody cares to look closely, it's pretty clear it's been sitting there a while. It's probably not even hers.]
I don't suppose anybody wants a tour of ghost city Seattle, huh?
I don't suppose anybody wants a tour of ghost city Seattle, huh?
Action?
y [action forever]
Huh.
[Now she sees her childhood home, just as she remembers it but for the dusting of snow on every surface.
She turns back and holds out a hand.]
Ready?
no subject
Yeah. Let's go.
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This is where I grew up.
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Huh. Kinda cool.
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[She smirks at him and starts heading up to the door, automatically hunching over a little as if somebody might see her sneaking around...despite the fact that nobody can because nobody's there.
She straightens up, clears her throat. Comes up with an excuse.]
My mom kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday. I'm used to sneaking around here to get my shit back and, you know, stuff.
[That's maybe 65% true.]