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[ninetieskid]

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Sorry I missed you, but leave a message and I'll get back to ya when I feel like it.

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[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.]