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[rhia_talbot]

Welcome to Sunnydale.The quaint little sign by the side of the road flashes past me and I'd like to say that I relaxed a little. Except I didn't. I was as tense as ever, over the past few days, however long it was. Frantically driving across the country to California, to a place that I'd never seen and only heard of once. Without a real goal except

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[beccawhite]

((We'll say this is a couple of hours after Becca was at Buffy's house

[rhia_talbot]

"Oh, 's alright, my fault." I guess being this exhausted and terrified makes me more kind to people, 'cause I reach down and pick my bag off of the floor and drop it on the table next to me. I look up at the girl. She has an accent from the motherland, like I do.

"God, this is California, I didn't think there would be so many English people here," I say with a half-hearted smile. I'm feeling uncharacteristically lonely and I could definitely use some company. Even if it's some clumsy girl with bed hair. At least we're both from England. It gives us something in common.

[beccawhite]

The girl has a kind of glossy look. Sort of like the gloss my mother has. Or had. I haven't seen her in two years, so how do I know? The look of someone who's used to living a good life. The kind of life I once had.

Plus she's English, which is a surprise.

"You can tell?" I ask. "Most people hardly notice my accent, since it's got all mixed up with American after living in Seattle for six years." Why did I just tell her that? She probably doesn't care. "So, um, how come you're in Sunnydale? It's not really big on the tourist trail," I ask. It would be kind of nice if she's moved here. At least I'd know someone who knew what Rich Tea biscuits were and drank tea instead of coffee all the time. Although I like coffee too. Problem with being not quite English and not quite American, I guess.

[rhia_talbot]

I laugh half-heartedly. "Yeah, I can tell, I've only been in the States a year or so, it's still fresh in my mind. It's not hard to spot."

I take a sip of my coffee and let the warmth and the caffeine wash through me. Feeling better already. Only not until I find... what's-her-name...

"I just came here from New York," I explain to this girl. Maybe she can help me. Although maybe not since she says she's from Seattle. "I'm looking for someone, a girl... has a weird name, and I can't remember it."

[rachel2205]

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