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[ninetieskid]

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[ninetieskid]

Yeah, I'm from California. It's...

[Well, honestly hearing that...]

It's alright. Not all it's cracked up to be, depending on what you're looking for, I guess. What are you wanting to do there?

[tagartist]

Me? I dunno. I never thought about it. I probably would've wanted to get a job working as a mechanic or something. I just wanted out, I didn't care where. LA was Rach's idea.

[ There's a sad sort of nostalgia in her voice that always comes when she talks about Rachel. ]

She wanted to be a model. Or an actress? Both maybe. I know, I know, hella stereotypical, but she was really passionate about it. Cut throat, too. She probably would've made it if she'd really gotten the chance to try.

[ninetieskid]

Listen, I did that for a bit. Acting. It's...

[Well, she doesn't want to dampen the mood too much, but hiding her frown is hard.]

...Not really a fun time. Mechanic though, that's cool. I know there's a big industry out of fixing up specialty cars and stuff for movies.

[tagartist]

Never really been my cup of tea. Seems fucked, letting the whole world invade your life like that if you get even remotely popular. Rach loved attention, though. She'd've done anything to get someone to take her picture.

[ Apparently even Jefferson. Mmm. That's a fun thought. ]

Yeah? That's fucking sweet. I never woulda thought of that stuff being a need. I've only been under the hood of one classic, but it was awesome. Or would've been if my stepdouche had actually let me do anything with it.

[ninetieskid]

Yeah. I thought I wanted the attention. I...was wrong.

[It didn't help that she had a sleazeball producer come on to her, or that she kept getting cast in stereotypical Chinese roles. Bad, bad mojo there.]

Yeah though, the industry needs all sorts of workers. How'd you think that Dukes of Hazzard got filmed? Or Knightrider? Somebody had to take care of the car.

[tagartist]

[ Chloe nods, not sure if Rachel would have been wrong or not. She might just be being bitter about the choices she inevitably made, though. So she shrugs. ]

I guess it doesn't matter now. Not like it's gonna happen.

[ Which includes daydreaming about taking care of awesome cars, apparently. God that would've been sweet. ]

[ninetieskid]

I mean, don't say that. You never know.

[Jubilee isn't really the best at dealing with depression, but she'll sure as shit try. In her own way.]

[tagartist]

[ ...................... Well this is awkward. ]

We, uh, were both... kinda... murdered, so. I'm pretty sure it's a done deal.

[ninetieskid]

You're here now, though. Who says you gotta go back to a place you were murdered?

[She's just an optimist.]