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[_bridget_jones_]

It had been days. Days without so much as a sign that O-Ren even existed anymore. Bridget had gone to breakfast every morning, to lunch every afternoon, and dinner every evening, hoping that she might show up there. After a few days, Bridget had come to the conclusion that she wasn't coming back. That she'd royally and irreparably screwed things up

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[yakuzahime]

Sadness-- the soft aching feeling that came after the anger and bewilderment, was new to O-Ren. If someone did her wrong, she made it right. Usually with her sword, but that wasn't an option here. Not only could she never hurt Bridget, she didn't feel like killing enough people to get out of going to the little jail.

She hadn't strayed from her little bit of land, and was currently laying on her bed, watching patterns of light move across the ceiling, dressed only in the white slip she usually wore under her kimono.

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After actually getting lost in the jungle, Bridget did eventually manage find O-Ren's hut. She paused for a long time before even deciding to go in.

If she was O-Ren, she would have never wanted to speak to her again. This whole situation reminded her horribly of what had happened with Daniel Cleaver. Only somehow worse.

Bridget finally walked up to the entrance of the hut, knocking lightly, hoping that O-Ren was there. And would talk to her.

[yakuzahime]

"Dozo," called O-Ren. "Come in."

She didn't really feel like getting up, and even if it was something as alarming as say, a Kiddo who hadn't gotten her revenge before coming here, she'd be able to be up in time.

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She walked softly, hesitantly. The was a lump in her throat, butterflies in her stomach, and her hair was just a bit mussed.

"...um...hullo." She said, after entering, resisting the urge to simply change her mind altogether and flee.