Fourth Smoke Signal - Video as usual

[charring]

[Charlie is seated near the device, holding a bit of her hair in front of her eyes and smiling just slightly. Her hair has finally returned to it's normal color, as has everything else, honestly. She seems pleased by this. More than pleased. She seems excited and relieved. Not that she'd say this out loud, but fire looked weird in black and white and she was sure she looked terrible, too. Picking up the device, she turns it towards herself.]

Now that things are. . . I guess 'back to normal' isn't quite the phrase I'm looking for but, it'll have to do. Now that things are back to normal, I guess it's time I found a job. And possibly a room-mate, since both of those have come highly recommended.

For the job, my skills lean towards most things culinary. I spent a lot of time working in a few restaurants back home and by a few restaurants I don't mean I was fired. I mean I had to leave for one reason or another so if anyone knows of anything I can do with that, that'd be amazing. I'm also a fast learner and willing to try almost anything else.

[She shifts, the device wobbles slightly and she straightens it again.] As for the room-mate, I don't have any weird habits. I'm pretty good at keeping organized and out of peoples business and if you're interested, we'll talk. I almost went for getting a pet but the only 'pets' I have ever had were chickens and horses. I don't think they'd fit here.

[With all of that being said, Charlie goes to turn off the device and fumbles it slightly, a softly spoken 'mother fu--' escaping her mouth before the device switches off.]

Comments

[charring]

I'll remember that. Watch out for Valor.

That's what I keep hearing.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[Wink~]

We may have seen some of what could be worse. I don't think I'd like to see that again.

[charring]

That wasn't a fun one. I missed colors. It was a little too weird for me.

Fire doesn't look right in black and white, for starters.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

No, it doesn't. But, then, nothing looked right. Hair like yours especially.

[charring]

I've been told hoping for the best and expecting the worst is a good way to handle this place.

[She smirks because that almost sounded like flirting, fingers running through her hair a bit nervously.]

You should have seen it when I was younger. It was very blonde.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Not a bad piece of advice.

[It probably almost was. C'mon, how could he not? She's purty~]

Is that so? Hard to believe.

[charring]

It was. It darkened on it's own some.

[And by some, we mean a lot. Also? She has NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH FLIRTING! Especially from someone as good-looking as he. Oh, dear.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Seems like it must've.

[Oh dear, indeed. And he's just having some fun with it...]

[charring]

[This'll just have to be typical conversation for them. Since it's fun.]

Just a little, yeah. I forget if I ever asked you how long you've been here and where you're from.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Six months. And that [the second half of her question, he means] depends on what you mean.

And...you? You haven't been here long.

[charring]

Where were you before you were pulled here? Let's go with that.

I've only been here a week or so. Not terribly long.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

San Miguel.

[More or less... Ride out of town and into the City...]

You just got here.

[charring]

Never been.

Yep. I was at a hotel near a bus station, waiting to get a bus from there to Alaska. Apparently, The City has other plans.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

It's not a bad town.

[Now that it's, ah, been cleaned up a bit.]

Seems like it did--and not just for you.

[charring]

Was that home for you?

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[A tinge of amusement here--]

No. It's just where I was last.