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[demon_knight]

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[Jeryline's glad to get the hell off the boat, definitely. This past month had been some bullshit, she got to do a damn "two steps forward and nine steps back" dance with her inmate thanks to some mind-fuckery turning the ship topsy turvy, and she accidentally hurt one of her friends when she was just looking for a little comfort. She's eager to get off and visit somewhere very new, and it's not like the Admiral's terms seem that hard. She's lived under more rough conditions.

After triple checking to make sure Cleo has all the catfood she'll need and water and her litter box is nice and clean, she leaves the ship, accounting for a couple of inmates, and just decides to walk around the town and see what needs to be done.]

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[demon_knight]

Hey, thieves can be some of the nicest people you could hope to meet.

Or they could be somebody that needs to have an asskickin'. [She stands up on the balls of her feet to look at the posters.] Any of these pretty faces catch your fancy? [This appealed to her more than hanging laundry, that was for damn sure.]

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[deadliestviper]

I've met a few nice thieves in my time. As well as some nice drug dealers, prostitutes, and killers.

And I've met my share of assholes in all those fields too. [Like a viewer at an art museum, Bea crosses her arms over her chest and considers the posters before pointing at one with a particularly long list of charges under the portrait.] This one's got a real nice look to 'em.

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[demon_knight]

...The bald one? [She points to the one she means.] I like it. Let's just say he reminds me of someone and it would be therapeutic.

[She puts her hands on her hips and stares a little more confidently.]