<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Through the music blasting in Yin's ears, and the chill breeze coursing over her epidermis, Yinnie felt a surge through her soul that was almost revitalizing. It was as if her spirit had developed an affinity to physically feel the splendors that life had to provide. The golden coat from the heavens providing a keen warmth over her as she inhales a deep breath, and releases on the same accord. Her head bobs festively as the melody played in her ear, getting her pumped and ready for anything the day would throw at her. She'd seen people direct their focus towards a singular direction, and with the nudge of her fellow assistant Maria, she lowered her headphones and turned them off as she looked at the man who'd presumably be teaching them about the firearms handling and safety. She took the girl's suggestion at heart. Her crystal-hued eyes pierced into his essence, as her gaze locked on him as he began talking. He looked capable enough, and like he'd seen a lot of experience in his day. Unprofessionally speaking he was rather attractive, and she knew the whole uniform cliche only added some fuel to the flames. This was the type of man who'd probably got a bunch of female attention. <br/>
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Speaking of attention, Yin didn't even have the chance to introduce herself and makeup for her earlier feat of musical attunement. The man approached her and extended a hand. The height difference was immediately caught, with her coming to his chest. She placed her soft, delicate, and smooth hands into his, yet met his firm shake with an astoundingly secure and clenched grip that suggested her professionalism and experience in her craft. Even after some odd seven years of being away from home, her southern accent coupled with a very mild Italiana inflection spoke through her dialect. It was something that everyone detected everywhere she went, and something that people always thought was a cute quirk of hers. Yin wasn't the type to shy away from it, she would own every bit of individuality she had inside.. and outside.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> "Hey there Dante, yes that's me, Yinnie. And oh wow thank ya I'm humbled! I spoke to our lead producer and I just wanna confirm.... we'll be using blanks on set right? Do you have a system in place for partitioning live rounds and blanks? Sorry, it's a part of my job to kinda poke at you :) "</span><br/>
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