Pippa Burwell

Hi there, honey. Nineteen years. Enhanced Thievery. Yes, it's a mutation. And yes. Noire.

[wandkeepers]

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

No, no. I didn’t mean to sound bitchy, it’s just that I haven’t met someone genuine in a while.

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Yeah, okay. 

Maybe you need to meet better people then.

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

But I don’t even know you. Why do you care? 

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Fine. I'm only trying to help out a girl who looks pretty damn close to rock bottom. Sorry for trying to help.

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

Not drunk, just…out of it. Sorry.

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Do you need to talk at all?

I can skip class.. I'm not paying for it or anything.

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

she frowns. I don’t think I live here, I’m not sure.

I’m Kalel.

[pippa-burwell-blog]

Are you still drunk, hun? Oh, gosh.

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

I’m fine. Thanks for asking, random ass stranger. *she musters a small smile*

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Sorry again.  I'm Pippa. Do you live here?

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I'm late, I'm late..

[kalel-thelight]

She’s walking in nonchalantly after a long night of wandering.

Kalel slams into her and takes a few steps back, "Oof!" with her exclamation she’s sure evidence of everything she did last night is on her breath.

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Oof- Oh, shit! I'm so sorry. 

Are you- Woah.. Someone had a night.

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I'm late, I'm late..

Crap. Crap. I'm going to be late.