[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://tvrecappersanonymous.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/boys-all-same.gif?w=500&h=250[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]Don't judge a book by its cover.

[/color][/h3][/I][color=8A2BE2]- [I]George Eliot[/I][/color][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (The Grounds) - Oak Tree ⇢ Kitchen House
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	[color=8A2BE2]"As will I,"[/color] she muttered under her breath, as she made her way towards the Kitchen House. It wasn't what he had said but what he wasn't saying that stuck with her. She knew that she couldn't trust him. She wanted to, but she couldn't. From the bits of conversations she had been privy to, she was given the distinct impression that these carnival folks knew more about Ville au Camp, Paradoxes, and Emendators than any of them even knew about these carnies. The odds were not in there favor at the moment, but she hoped that that would soon change.

	She took a glance back over her shoulder and ended up stopping in her tracks when she saw that Ben wasn't even heading in the direction of Peter's Grave. Her gaze trailed after him, until she realized where he was going. [color=8A2BE2]"Дерьмо,"[/color] she cursed, hustling to catch up with Bart. [color=8A2BE2]"Манипулятивный сукин сын."[/color] She had thought that she had been playing him there in the end, but it would appear that she was the one being played. They were all being played no doubt, and it all seemed to go back to Management.  

	Alexandra finally made it to the Kitchen House about the time that James was making his speech. She glanced around at the others but stuck to the fringes. She felt like she was better off as a loner when it came to this group really. Was she a Paradox? Technically, yes. But she didn't feel like it at the moment, not while her past transgressions were fresh on everyone's minds. She supposed she couldn't really blame them, but it still stung nonetheless. She brushed the topic aside in her mind and focused on the more pertinent issue at hand.   

	She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall while she listened to what James had to say. He seemed to be on a similar train of thought, and they appeared to have already gathered intel of their own. [color=8A2BE2]"Management. Things point back to Management. From what I gathered, it doesn't seem like all of them are overly fond of Management, but they report to her nonetheless. Whether that is out of respect or fear, I don't know. All in all, they definitely know more than they are saying,"[/color] she spoke up once James was done with his spiel. She didn't care if they listened, let alone believed or valued what she had to say. The point was that they were suppose to be a team, so she would try to play her part.