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At some point, I'v got to get a car. This is just getting redundant. John though as they went around the back of the Four Seasons. He was starting to wonder if most of his life here in Sacramento will involve him practically living here. He shook his head and knocked on a door around back. Wasn't sure if it was the right one, but he was sure someone would be kind enought to direct him to the right one if that was the case. Doubtfull...
Navaja leans against a dumpster in the ally. She's been quiet the whole walk here, but the look on her face is hard to read. It' s the hard, impassive face is learned in the gangs, to cover up when she's worried. Good going, girl. No job, running out of money, and now you let some freaks wander into the place you're supposed to be watching, and didn't get any real info on them. You haven't made one smart choice since you came to this city. She glances at John. Alright. One. But that was luck.
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~Narration~
A man in a white chef's uniform pulls open the door, carrying a couple bags of trash. "Oh, right, you two. In her office." He makes an attempt to point, but doesn't succeed very well, and continues on towards the dumpster.
Navaja steps out of the way as the man heads towards the dumpster she's leaning against, and walks into the kitchen. She heads in the vague direction the man pointed, looking for a door that could lead to an office that could be Vivian's. She walks confidently up to the first one she sees that could be it, gives a light knock, and opens it and peeks in. She hopes she doesn't see that smug coyote with his pants down.
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John followed Navaja close behind. He waited as she knocked on what he could assume was Vivians door. After this he was either going to get a coffee or fall asleep.
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Corbin entered the kitchen, he'd put his cleaning cart back were he'd found it in favor of carrying a push broom. Looking around, he didn't see the Autumn Queen anywhere off hand. It was odd, Vivian always seemed to be busy around the kitchen.
He envied her passion for activity and thinking about it dropped a grain of remorse onto his mind. But like so many of those small feelings that touched his soul from time to time, it faded quickly with each passing second of time. Soon it was distant and cold, nothing but a bleached memory.
Corbin stopped one of the cooks passing by. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Vivian, is she here right now?"
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Corbin gave his thanks and went over to where the chef had indicated. He saw two other Lost at the door, timidly looking in. It wasn't his normal approach but Corbin fell into soft step behind them when they entered, just to make things interesting for him.
Seeing that the room is, in fact, Vivain's office, Navaja opens the door and walks inside. She nods to Vivian, "Hello, ma'am." and steps to the right of the door, staying towards the back of the room.
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John takes a spot next to Navaja and nods to vivian. [color=orange:nf3xcnge]"Ma'am." He turned his head slightly and nearly jumped when he saw another one of the Lost, but quickly shook his head. It was bad form to not know who was near you after all. In his oppinion anyway.[/color:nf3xcnge]
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