<div style="text-align: center">《Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Kennedy, Bec, Diana <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/true-sou-jpg.134663/" title="True Sou.jpg">
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</div>The woman's accent was annoying. She sounded like something from an old Western show, all gossipy and syrupy sweet, so much so that Sou was sure she had put on five pounds just listening to her. "I'm listening," she said, still examining herself in the mirror.<br/><br/>She thought that she had been marred completely and her face ruined, but looking at herself this morning, the solid night's sleep having helped, she could see that the marks the demon had made were not across her face and neck, nor as horrible as she thought they had been. Her skin was still pink and angry from the intensive abuse, but it would heal. If she had her Photo-Ready Dermaflage she could have covered up the marks and looked flawless.<br/><br/>"Bec is the woman who helped me last night?" She decided she looked good enough for visitors and turned away from the mirror. Giving the cat a brief glance, she moved towards her hostess. Her body was still sore but the limping was less, and the more she moved the less pain she was feeling.<br/><br/>"Vandergriftr…sounds like a name of a TV character." Hell, everyone here did, and not for the first time that week she wondered if this was some weird kind of "Truman Show" where Hollywood had made a whole set just to record the life of Sou-yeon Kwon. She<i>had</i>been a celebrity once, after all.<br/><br/>She pulled the curtain back as Bec knocked, then eyed the tall man beside her. He looked familiar. "I know him." She frowned and shook her head. "He's not her boyfriend Diana. He swings for the other team." Her lips twitched upwards as she remembered how flamboyant and friendly he was, back in Abendblume. "Do you think he was cast out too?"