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[color=darkviolet]"You poetic types really like your authors, huh...?"[/color] Rhetorically quizzed Raissa toward Randy's statement about... judges and fantasy, or something. Though hearing him freak out about Dolores made the magician smile. [color=darkviolet]"What, never seen a dead girl in your time, Randy? I forgot how much'a virgin you are at this killin' thing. She's really nothing special; I saw worse back in Rio."[/color] Her tone and words were conflicting, to say the least. Although she spoke of seeing such atrocities before, for whatever reason the young woman kept smiling even as she said it. 

Then again, she wasn't really the sensitive type. 

Raissa released a brief chuckle as Charlie 'poofed' out of existence, and Jonathan took her- err, [i]his[/i] place. 

God, she could never get her head around that. 

The others discussed things like getting information on their target and strategy, however Raissa was becoming increasingly bored with it already. Thankfully, Jervis, the beautiful son of a bitch that he was, decided to choose for them! Although her happiness was short lived when they found out that [i]driving[/i] would be a necessary skill for the coming operation. [color=darkviolet]"Filho da puta!"[/color] Her grumbling made it clear that this was [i]not[/i] her being joyful. Rather she was pissed because she couldn't drive, and thus wouldn't be of any use whatsoever on this mission. [color=darkviolet]"Stupid car ghost and his stupid car; who does he think he is? Taking to the streets like a moron. Whose ever heard of a driving ghost? God, that's so dumb. I swear if I see him in Hell I'm going to beat him to death with a yo-yo. GoddammitIhatethisstupidcontractalreadywhydoestheworldhatemeI'mbeingmelodramaticbecauseIdidn'tgetenoughattentionasachildpleasedon'tbemeantomesadface."[/color] Of course, all of this was muttered under her breath or barely audible, though anyone close enough might've been able to hear the grumblings themselves. Out of frustration she threw another card at the dart board, this time without looking, hitting the man with the card in his throat square in the forehead. 

Ouch.

[color=darkviolet]"I'm gonna try nap this off."[/color] She said as she lay down on the couch, defeated. She didn't bother requesting silence - it wouldn't come and Raissa knew it. That was the worst part about living with seven other people in a lone room: no privacy. At least the music was rather relaxing and gentle...

[color=darkviolet][i]'Actually, now that I think about it... can we renovate this place...? I'll have to ask Jerv...'[/i][/color]