<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Questionable food choices -- ohhello.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>Everything here moved more slowly, and that was okay for the fair, short, out - of - place woman who had sort of just <em>shown up.</em> This same woman figured - and knew - this wasn't a normal occurence. Rarely ever did an educated woman with means ever just up and disappear to Southern Africa in some place relatively small. Many thought it unsafe, and that would be true. Others would think it a bit crazy, and maybe that was okay, too. Though originally a clone of Elena's, she had set off none too long after the first, which was just simply a fact she knew from the get-go. Sometimes she wondered how Elena made that decision - how she could, in good conscience, let them go out and about with the threat of Tac-6 - but the woman who'd come to pretend being Nicole was thankful for the freedom. Not that there was anything wrong with how things were, but Nicole had a deep need to <em>explore</em>, her sense of wanderlust and inescapable need to do and see <em>more and more</em> made it unbearable to do anything but. So she'd went somewhere exotic, plucked from school books that made even undeveloped ruralness look appealing and she'd came. No worries for any normal threat - no, any human who tempted her would regret it - though the fear of those who hunted Evolved were always a threat in the minds of Elena and her sisters. <br/><br/>Unfettered regardless of day or night, she'd flourished here with her nearly catalog-sized list of skills, and quietly had she vanished into local fields of food to tend and encourage spectacular growth for those nearby. It wasn't something she could flaunt, but she didn't much care. She'd spent nearly a year - perhaps two, now.. she wasn't sure - in this particular little place, teaching, living, and eating every questionable food dish handed to her. None had made her ill, for she didn't ever feel that way, and not even the sun could burn and damage her Evolved skin. So it was without much worry she'd sat there on that bench for an early dinner, her body demanding nourishment from all the tasks she'd accomplished for the day, and extra because she'd skipped breakfast. Thankfully she was nearly done when the other obviously non-native woman rounded into her sight, immediately swarmed much like she'd been in the past, and still was nearly everyday. Yet still, even though she cared deeply for those here, something inside her over the past few weeks had been nagging. Prodding her, even, to go out and explore further, to find something <em>new</em>.<br/><br/>As the woman spoke her broken speech to the endearing, clamoring children, she had Nicole's full attention, the small smile on her face nothing short of slightly amused and wholly honest. Somehow, the other woman managed to shake the crowd quicker than she, herself, ever had been able to, and <em>that</em> was definitely a feat, so when the woman plopped down, all grins and as friendly as could be, Nicole couldn't help but laugh; without pause, her body turned so that she could face the woman fully, one leg folded under her body as the other was left off to the side of the bench. Not only did it allow her to be far more an active listener, the small woman also found it comfortable to have her back all tucked into the corner of the bench. Her dusty, worn black flats peeked from beneath her skirt, along with a slight glimpse of pale skin along her shin, but she was <em>quite</em> modestly dressed, definitely in clothing donated from others nearby, and as feminine as possible while not inviting extra unwanted trouble.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, the woman beat her to the greeting, too, and that left the petite blonde grinning, herself, the last few bites of her lunch resting neatly atop a napkin in her lap. It tickled her that the woman decide to mention she'd not <em>seen her there</em> before. It seemed almost like a classic ice breaker that'd grown too melted to be used in this situation, yet she liked it, and it even maybe twisted that grin into a bit of a smile, too. "Hello to you too," she replied, that thick, French Canadian accent clinging to each word like it had a damn right to do so, "I've never seen you before, either," came her further reply, and the amused twinkle in her eyes probably showed. It was another silly, half-ass comment in reply to the woman's own, but she added a bit more to make the situation even better... or was it more funny? "Do you come here often?" Making sure to pointedly look the woman in the eyes if she had the chance to - and smile big - she then removed said orbs from her completely, her view downcast to the food in her lap, which she picked at daintily and finished off without much fuss. Once done, she balled up the napkin she'd used into a ball and allowed it to rest there on her thigh, eyes dragging back up to the woman's face, which allowed Nicole a nice, close-up view of the woman's clothing, backpack, and other <em>things</em>. Part of her reckoned the woman atleast had spent time in the region. She had some rough understanding of atleast the more popular language in the region, and even some of the... <em>unique</em> dialect she'd had to learn here, but that didn't mean much. Traveling long distances in a part of the world like this was normal as far as she was concerned.<br/><br/>Still...<br/><br/>The fact she hadn't seen this woman before was, in and of itself, promising to her unyielding and far too adventurous spirit. Where had she come from? Where was she going? Was there room for another? New things to learn? Would there be animals? Where did this woman go to school? Her hometown? Was it nice there? Worth visiting? A million questions sprang to mind, waiting to blossom into knowledge that would only further feed into all the sisters' minds. As far as she could judge, Nicole figured this woman was going to atleast be interesting, and even if nothing came of meeting her beyond the conversation, it would atleast be something to write about once she went home to lay and rest... Whenever that would be.<br/></span></span>