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Kitty said
"N-no, I just moved from Great Britain." Emma said jumping off the piano and adjusting her glasses, she back towards the door and just looked at this girl. Something about her made Emma not want to be around her for too long. She stayed silent looking at her


Cheryl lets out an amused smile at the stare. "What, you only talk when there are no people?" she tried to joke lightheartedly, but there's still something she's more interested in. She decided that she won't beat around the bush any longer. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you here. You look like this celebrity who was quite a good singer, but she just suddenly disappeared," she explained as she walks closer to Emma. "And now a new student comes in this town who has a slight resemblance, but different hair from this celebrity..." She paused before introducing herself. "My name's Cheryl, by the way.
Cheryl was heading to class, when she heard someone talking in the Music Room. She stopped walking and peered into the room, seeing a girl talking to herself. She stared at the girl for a few seconds before speaking, "You got a screw loose or something?" she asked tactlessly as she enters the room and finally got a good look at the weird girl. She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she scrutinized her. "Hey...have I seen you somewhere before?"

Cheryl, like any other teenage girl, follows celebrities and the like, and this girl happens to look like a singer Cheryl became interested in after she disappeared. She walked too close to Emma, studying her features.
Cheryl took the coffee before muttering a small "Thanks", not completely used to be given something that is not hate. Sh didn't reply to his statement, though she was smirking. Is that a challenge? she asked herself, taking a sip. Challenge accepted then.
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Jacob rolled his eyes sighing. "I was in Texas, Austin Texas for the past few days." Arriving in the cafeteria he saw no chefs present, slipping behind the counter. "How do you take your coffee Cheryl?" He pulled out the coffee pot and began to add water and add grounds.


Cheryl shrugged. "Skim, no sugar," she replied casually.She checked her phone while leaning on the counter before asking yet another question. "Were you with your sister in Texas?" She made a mental note to research what kind of connection Jacob Knight has in Texas, and maybe press more information from his sister.
Cheryl continued to smile, but it's obvious from her eye twitching and her hands gripping the camera tighter that she's also annoyed that Jacob Knight can't at least give her clues. She reluctantly lowered the camera, but still tried to follow him. She puts her hand behind, looking oh-so innocent. "Out of town, huh? Where did you go?" she asked curiously, hesitating to secretly use her recorder for he might notice.
Cheryl looked at herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her bag. She walked outside their house, going in her brother's car who was impatiently waiting for her for ten minutes, and her half-sister, silently sitting at the back. "What took you so long?" her brother complained as he starts driving. Cheryl rolled her eyes, but sent her brother a fake smile and said, "Just shut up and drive." With that, Cheryl takes out her phone and checks for updates, looking for any interesting news or scandals she can write in her blog. She didn't even bid her sister a goodbye when she got out, or thank her brother for the ride. She just gets out.

Cheryl walks to her locker and was about to open it, only to see Jacob Knight at the corner of her eye. So he's back, she thought, raising an eyebrow. A playful smile found its way to her lips, as she quickly grabs her camera and follows the most mysterious guy in Eden High. "Jacob Knight!" she called out, her camera flashes, suddenly taking a picture after managing to get his attention. "Do you mind an interview?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. "Where were you since your disappearance? Does it involve this mysterious job of yours?"
No worries, still in it.
Chrome lowered her head and muttered a few words. "I've introduced myself earlier..."

She heard Chrno's question and tried to remember how she got here. All she knows is that she was in Kokuyo Land, sitting on the couch. She must've fell asleep, having nothing to do while the others went to the supermarket to buy food. Then next thing she knew, she was here. At first she actually thought Mukuro was visiting her dreams once again, but to her surprise it wasn't the green meadow under the sun where she always meets Mukuro in her dreams, but a medieval-like dining room with strange people around. That's how it started.
Chrome, after thinking hard, decided to take the seat after the woman decided to get to business. She sat down in a distant seat away from the people, but she's near enough to hear what they have to say, planning to just be quiet but attentive. However, Mukuro decided to return. Hmm...this truly is a wonder. If we assume that you're in another dimension, why is it that I can still reach you? Or does that fellow Sheogorath, the so-called Daedric Prince of Madness, allows me to? Mukuro wondered telepathically. Mukuro-sama, what should we do? Chrome asked in her thoughts. Oya? Have you forgotten, my cute Chrome? Observe.. then added as an afterthought. For now.

Chrome slightly nodded, but wondered to herself what her master was planning. She brushed this thought away and focused on the other people in the room.
Chrome blushed when the man who calls himself Prince of Madness called on her. "Um...no, Mukuro is my...friend," Chrome corrected shyly. She lowered her head down, wishing she could be somewhere without so much people. "M-My name's Chrome Dokuro," she stuttered uneasily. Wondering what she would do, she saw the table fillled with...cheese? Does the guy want them to take a seat? Thinking this, Chrome remained standing.
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