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       Scavenging Rats...
       By: JessiLaVergne Date: August 18, 2012, 4:21 pm
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       Though she didn't like it much, Blank had assumed a new face
       to make traversing the streets easier.  This mask she wore of
       illusionary flesh made her not recognize herself when she caught
       a reflection despite the fact it was similar to the way she
       looked decades ago.
       Thankfully it was the only feature, along with matching neck
       skin, that she needed to hide.  The rest was taken care of by a
       well-made wig, leather jacket, gloves, and loose pants.  It was
       certainly warm, but sweat wasn't an issue Blank had dealt with
       in a long time.
       She was fresh from a bus that had brought her from California,
       where she had dwelt for a long time with her sire, before
       splitting off and becoming a rat unto herself.
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       Re: Scavenging Rats...
       By: JessiLaVergne Date: August 22, 2012, 8:24 pm
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       After walking down the streets for what seemed like hours,
       Blank came across an older, even more beat-up building titled
       "Sparrow's Reformation Center."  What she could gather from
       whisperings while traveling through Louisianna was that this was
       a good place to start if wandering kindred were looking to
       establish a base of operations.  She paused for a moment in
       front of the door, wondering if she should let her presence in
       this city be known yet before coming to the conclusion that
       every shop needs a bit of publicity before getting customers.
       Blank straightened her jacket a little before pushing open the
       door and stepping in, taking a look around.  She could hear the
       movement of others busying about the building, though she
       couldn't place where.  "Hello?  A little birdie around here?"
       For a Nosferatu, her voice was strangely pleasant.  She had
       spent years perfecting a voice that would match the deceptive
       face she wore.
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