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A young girl, about thirteen, enters. She is tall, with frizzy, shoulder length auburn hair and listening to a Walkman. She takes off her headphones and looks around, slightly confused.
--Er. 'Lo, there. I don't suppose anyone has seen my mum? Her name's Victoria Wotton. I'd ask after my dad, but -- I don't think he'd be here. I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Wotton. *awkward grin*
Typist: -- I BLAME ANNA. And Will Self, because Phoebe is from the wonderfully cracky Dorian. XD
--Er. 'Lo, there. I don't suppose anyone has seen my mum? Her name's Victoria Wotton. I'd ask after my dad, but -- I don't think he'd be here. I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Wotton. *awkward grin*
Typist: -- I BLAME ANNA. And Will Self, because Phoebe is from the wonderfully cracky Dorian. XD