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She walked down the street with confidence as her hair blasted in front of her face, a storm was coming she could feel it (the question was what kind?), she came to an abrupt stop in front of the doors of the building. She seemed to be in a daze. To a by stander she would have looked like a model, her hair so blonde it looks silver, her hair was thick, with tight curls, that went half way down her back. It was a contrast to the dark tan skin; she had gray eyes that caught everyone's attention not just for the color, but the emptiness in them. Empty of life. Her head sprung up at the sound of a car honking in the background. She walked up into the dojo and was greeted by two men, whom latter in her life she would get to know. The one man looked at her with a questioning face, than asked if he could help her with a fake smile, god I hate that, they look at me like I would brake if I tried to work out
. The other man next to him looked to be 18 with red/blonde hair, it seemed curly but he kept it cut short. Richie gazed up and gave her a knowing expression, he could tell she was immortal but there was something different about her buzz. Plus the fact that she didn't even seem to be affected by methos and himself standing near her, almost like she didn't feel the buzz. He gave her a smile that seemed to reach his eyes; he was a charmer she could tell. He introduced himself as Richie Ryan and the other man was Adam. She explained that she needed a place to work out and thought she would try here. Adam looked at her seemed to try to hide a laugh and said he would go talk to the owner about a membership, as he walked over to the elevator and went to what seemed to be an upstairs apartment of some kind. She looked around the place, not the best place she ever used but god knows not the worst. She went to say something to the man, no boy standing next to her, but the elevator came back down. This time with one more person. The new man seemed to have a confused look on his face. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and bronze skin, and from the looks of it he seemed to be in shape. After a few minutes of talking, he reached in his desk and pulled out a membership form. She briskly filled it out. As Duncan watched her he couldn't help but admire her handwriting. He took notice to what she put in the area labeled