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Gabrielle LeBeau

Youngest daughter of Remy [Gambit] and Tayrn LeBeau.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Faithy

Description

Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human with mutant abilities.


Physical Description: Gabrielle who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is perfect for modeling, which is what she happens to do as a profession. Long brunette hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter with a slightly purpleish tint to them thanks to the red eyes of her father. She generally wears blue jeans and a white button up t-shirt, though the color of the shirt would change depending on her mood. While modeling however, her clothing depended on whatever she was given to wear. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in.


Personality Description: Gabrielle is a generally go-lucky gal who was fortunate to have life handed to her since her mother basically attempted to live her life through Gabrielle's. Born with exquisite looks, she won pageant after pageant and at the age of five began her modeling career. While modeling, she also acts on the side doing several commercials, soap operas, and movies. Even though she has almost everything she wanted, LeBeau isn’t someone who takes people for granted and when she’s home alone, she’s nothing more than a down-to-earth girl who loves playing video games with friends. However, there is a dark side of her that allows her to touch the paranormal world and tap into the abilities to deal with such a world. She also has the same abilities as her father and older sister, though she rarely uses that power because she feels it is far too chaotic.


Character Equipment:

2 Short Swords: Thanks to her dip with the paranormal world, Gabrielle has armed herself with a pair of short swords that strap onto her forearms. The only special thing about these swords other than being very sharp is that when things get out of hands with the dead, they work wonders with pushing them back into where they belong.

1 Gun: The world isn’t a safe place and being an actress and model, she has a ton of stalkers. To help keep her safe, she gathered a gun license and bought a .50 desert eagle simply because when she was on set with a gun-toting man, he had one and she loved how it felt in her hand and fired it with ease.

So begins...

Gabrielle LeBeau's Story

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Faithy
She had heard the news through the grapevine, but still didn't want to believe it. She had left Wing City on a modeling gig when she was ten and hadn't been back in five years thanks to being busy with modeling and movie deals. Sure, she spoke with her parents and older sister all the time on the phone, but it just wasn't the same. She had planned on coming home around this time, but never expected to be coming home to deal with her mother's death. They still hadn't located her older sister, but that wasn't all the surprising. When NeNe wanted to hide, she was very good at it. She decided not to mourn her mother while in Wing City, mostly because she had been crying since the moment she received the call, but to celebrate the life Tayrn lead. Or at least attempt to do that very thing. It seemed strange being back in Wing City, but at least the memories she had were fairly pleasant.

"Hope people still don't card in Gambit's."

Striding through the door, she closed it behind her and took in a deep breath. Of course things weren't the same as when she was a kid, but it was pretty close. The sight, smell, and ambiance brought forth a ton of memories and she couldn't help but smile a little. Walking over to a booth, she slid inside of it and waved down a waitress. Ordering a cherry mountain dew, she crossed one long leg over the other and relaxed against the back of the cushion. Her brunette hair swept across the shoulders of her black and red t-shirt and her hands rested in her lap after smoothing out her black pants. Sometimes being a model was a perk as the clothing she happened to be wearing was all designer made and quite nice looking.

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"Do you drink?"
"No, why would I drink?"
"Why wouldn't you drink?"
"Well actually I do drink. I drink water, juice, and diet coke. Because I like the taste of diet coke better than normal coke."

"Are you seriously going to try and hit on me and come across all cool when the strongest drink you'll order is a diet pepsi? Why do you even get diet? Are you trying to lose weight? Are you afraid of calories?"

"Coke. Not Pepsi. Coke. There's a difference. That's like - it's like thinking Star Trek is the one with the Jedi in it when, in actual fact, it's Star Wars."

"Stop being such a nerd about it! They're the same thing!"

"Okay. Okay. I'll stop being such a 'nerd' about it. And while I'm at it, I'll put diesel in my petrol car instead because, hey, they're the same thing. And maybe I'll put liquid nitrogen in that glass instead of fresh lemonade. Oh, and maybe I'll go ahead swap the blood transfusion bag with some Ribena because, y'know, they're the same thing."

"You're a dick!" Said the blonde girl, standing up from the bar and moving away from the man she had been sitting with.

"You just said Star Wars and Star Trek are the same thing," quipped Lep, an alien-humanoid with blue-tinted skin who wore a grey hood over his messy, dark hair.

It wasn't like his response did anything but cause a raging human female to charge out of the door and out into the street, leaving Lep remaining there alone and sighing in relief. He didn't like drinking and she should have just left it at that, but nope, she decided to deploy peer pressure against him. Hah. As if that had ever worked.

As he pulled out a computer pad as slim as a pane of glass, he couldn't help but notice the teenager not far away from him. And she WASN'T drinking alcohol! He liked her already. At least, he assumed what she was drinking wasn't alcohol.

"Hello," he greeted as he moved a table closer.

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Faithy
As she sat and sipped on her very delicious and refreshing Cherry Mountain Dew, Gabrielle couldn't help but people watch. It was something she did all the time, even when she wasn't meaning to, but it happened regardless. What she saw was two individuals having a very odd conversation. Were they dating? She wasn't sure, but apparently the girl didn't know that Star Trek and Star Wars were completely different things. Well, in her defense they both have ships and people on ships, but still. Rolling her eyes as the girl became defensive, LeBeau returned to watching other people and didn't return her gaze until the female had stomped out of the bar.

"Win some, lose some."

Completely aware that the male had moved closer to her, Gabrielle glanced over towards him and wondered if he was a threat. She learned long ago how to take care of herself, but she really didn't feel like having a scuffle in her dad's bar. Especially not since this was her first day back. Causally sipping her beverage, she tilted her head towards him in a nod.

"Why, hello there. Looks like you were abandoned."

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Nevan
"Not abandoned, more like forceful eviction." He rubbed his brow a little as the index finger on his left hand began to tap icons on his screen. "Which.. Sounds like something she could have said."

"... Not that I rape people. Or... Iii'm going to stop talking now."

He brought the pad up to his face and peered into it. From one side, the side Gabrielle was on, it was completely transparent and allowed her to look at him. On his side, on the other hand, all he could see was the interface of a piece of software.. Which would soon tell him if he could find a way to get out of paying for the pizza he just ordered.

As the proud owner of a Gallente shuttle, money was tight considering all the insurance he had to pay.

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Arching her brow as he mentioned that he didn't rape people, she wondered if he was a little off in the head. Shifting a little, she watched him silently for a few minutes. It was the first time in a while that she had dealt with people not in the industry and the fifteen-year-old had forgotten how to have normal conversations. Curious as to what was on the pad, Gabrielle waved to the waitress for another cherry mountain dew and slid out of the booth to move closer towards him.

"What's that? Also, it's good that you don't rape people... since ya' know, dat's a crime." There was that accent again. Years of practice nearly kept it at bay, but sometimes it slipped back without warning.

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"You humans speak strangely," he noticed as he placed the pad down. Most of what was on there was indistinguishable - strange symbols in an alien tongue mixed with the occasional English word. It almost seemed like some form of word document, but considering the way he typed into what vaguely resembled a 3D molecule structure, it was probably something more.

"I'm Lep," he eventually said. "You can call me... Lep. Or anything you want, really. You can call me Susan if it makes you happy."

He frowned, pulling his wallet from his coat pocket and taking out his credit chit.

"Damnit... Only a hundred credits left."

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"How am I talking strangely? I thought I was talking quite properly 'n junk. Well, mostly, I guess."

Shrugging, she peered at the strange pad, resisting the urge to poke at it. Being a teen, especially a young teen meant sometimes she lacked the finesse to do things appropriately. Sometimes she just wanted to poke things and make them make weird sounds. This was one of the times, but she managed to keep from doing anything mainly because he wasn't human and she didn't want to be probed. He seemed a bit down on his luck and sad that he didn't have a lot of err... credits left, whatever those were. Figuring it meant money, she perked up and flashed him a smile.

"Order anything you like here and it'll be on my. My father owns the bar after all, so I've got some perks I'm willing to share with you. It's nice to meet you, Lep. I'm Gabrielle LeBeau, but you can call me, Gabrielle."

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Nevan
"Really? Thanks! I owe you one, Ga-hhhh-Rielle. I don't like the Gab sounds like Scab, and so I will call you Rielle, because Rielle is a nice, feminine name. Or perhaps I will call you Ri, that uses less syllables and is therefore less taxing on my mouth..scular muscles? I would call you Elle, but I don't like that name either."

Taking a breath, he reached into his his shirt and pulled out a small chain that was around his neck. More specifically, he was interested in the Christian-styled cross that was the main feature of the piece. He aimed it at her, then pressed into a button on the centre with a small click.

"That didn't do anything," he soon explained. "I just thought it would make me look mysterious."

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Gabrielle blinked, her drink refreshed by the waitress without a word. The staff all knew who she and they knew that they needed to ensure that she was taken care of until her father returned for the funeral. It was actually refreshing to them to have a LeBeau that didn't drink alcohol, but of course they would never say anything like that out loud. Downing half of the glass, she tried to keep a straight face as he attempted to pronounce her name. Quite alright with the nickname, she just grinned and shrugged her shoulders. However, when he pulled out the cross on a necklace and pointed it at her, she felt her breath stopping. Her purply-tinted brown eyes widened and she dropped a hand down to her .50 desert eagle that was hitched to her right side. When he assured her that it didn't do anything, she moved her hand from the gun, but kept it close just in case.

"Den why'd y' do it? Yer de strange one, Leb, but dat's alright wit me." Oh lord, this place was a bad influence on her.

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Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"How old are you?" He suddenly asked. "You look... I can't tell with you human girls. Young adultish? Definitely in the stage of puberty considering your chest isn't entirely flat and you have a little more maturity in your mannerism than a child."

He slowly shook his head. "I don't even know why I'm asking. Bored, I suppose. I've not been on the planet very long, not entirely sure how much longer I'll be here either. So I'm just trying to meet as many people as possible, you know? Learn things, make friends and maybe even some money."

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Cryoface lumbered out from the back, seemingly shaken at something. He was tossing back glasses of a clear liquid from a cask, easily carrying it in one arm as he exited the bartender area. "Ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else is in here at the moment...I have a bit of bad news." His face lacked the features necessary to express sadness, as did his voice, but such enunciation from a construct was a feat in itself.

He gestured over at Gabrielle LeBeau, who shared no small amount of her mother's good looks. "If the lady wishes to be the one to lay it on?" He knocked back another shot of homemade vodka that he had made for the deceased Tayrn. "I mean, I can say it if you can't, but still."

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"I'm a whopping fifteen years of age. I'm not sure if you should be looking at my chest though. Here on Earth, it's kind of pedophileish, but I'll let it slide this time."

She was about to say more, but was suddenly distracted by Frosty the Snowman. Wait, no, he wasn't wearing the black hat. Wracking her mind, she tried to remember his name as her parents talked quite animatedly about he bartender. Ah, right, Cryoface was his name. She wasn't used to others caring so much about her family, but the look on his face spoke measures of the appreciation he had for Tayrn and she knew her mother held the same for him. Frowning as he turned his attention towards her after beginning a speech of what Gabrielle assumed would lead to the announcement of her mother's passing, tears began to fill her eyes.

"...You please? I don't think I can get through it..." Just like that, her happiness was squashed out like a orange being shoved into a juicer.

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Nevan
Suddenly, he felt cold. Not because of Cryoface's presence, though that could have certainly been one of the reasons, but because the relatively light-hearted mood of the night changed with the fierce, speedy intensity of a snap of the fingers. He had no idea what had just happened to change it, or where it was going, but he felt as though he should probably hush up until it was over with.

He shook an awkwardness from his spine and leaned back in his seat, bringing his tablet up to his face as though trying to hide it. He could finish off that equation or something...

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by LawOfTheLand
Leave it to a golem with no concept of or capacity for empathy to totally ruin the mood.

"Well then. I regret to inform you all that the heir apparent to this fine establishment, Tayrn LeBeau, has gone to be one with her Lord once again. She is survived by her husband Remy and her lovely daughters Renee and Gabrielle. I will file the necessary paperwork to make Renee the new deed holder immediately after this brief ceremony."

While Gambit's was in its own demiplane and thus not under the jurisdiction of the Terran National Government, or indeed any government save its own, the general feeling was that a sense of harmony with the outside worlds had to be maintained in order to get through this difficult time. "A toast to Tayrn LeBeau. May she find fulfillment in union with her Lord from whence she came."

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Gabrielle shook her head, fighting back the tears. Augh, she had already cried so much since finding out about her sister. There was nothing worse than being on set for a television series and finding out the news. She was inconsolable for hours and was even driven to the airport by her body guard because he was afraid she wouldn't make it safely. He wanted to join her, but she firmly stated -- through tears of course -- that this was a family affair and she would be safe in Wing City with her father and older sister. Speaking of her older sister... she had better show up soon or else.

Ignoring the pity looks thrown towards her, she focused instead on her soda, sipping it silently. The tears streamed down her cheeks and she stubbornly wiped them away, refusing to let them taint her drink. Taking in a few deep breaths, she wondered if her sister would even want to be the heir to Gambit's. Well, technically their father was still owner, but who knew what he would do to avenge their mother's death.

"...Thanks, Cryoface..."

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Character Portrait: Lep Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "There are loads of things I could probably say right now but... You probably already know them. And you probably don't want to hear it form a stranger like me. Still, losing family is never nice and I think we can all agree on that."

He slowly stood up, taking the tablet with him by sliding it to the edge and then scooping it up under his arm. "I have to leave now, but I'll probably come around tomorrow to see if you're okay," he explained with a nod.

"I'm sure your friend here," he gestured to Cryoface, "will do a brilliant job of keeping you company, but I can't ignore the fact you were sat alone here. Isolation is one of the things I can truly understand, so I can at least help you deal with it if that's what you're going throug-"

The tablet began to beep. Not just visibly, with flashing lights of neon green, but audibly too. It almost sounded like an alarm of some sort.

"Sorry, I really have to go, I'm late for my medical."

Giving a departing bow to the both of them, he ran out through the door and off down the street.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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She nodded silently towards Lep as he exited the bar and returned to her original booth, dew in hand. Slinking into it, she shoved herself all the way into the corner and curled up a little. She was feeling quite numb and seriously thought about having some alcohol, but figured Cryoface wouldn't give a fifteen-year-old a drink like that. So, instead she sipped on her cherry mountain dew and tried to ignore everything around her. The sound of loud Mexican music briefly brought her out of her funk, but only for a moment. Sighing, she dropped her head against the table and twirled the glass that was now half-ful.

"This sucks..."

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Gabrielle LeBeau ignores the vehicle that somehow ran through the front door and did some damage. It wasn't anything new as people were always damaging the bar when she was a lil tyke. Soon enough a cleanup crew appeared and shoved out the vehicle before beginning to fix up the bar to make it like new again. She had no clue how anyone could run through a building and just chalked it up to the fact that the individual was probably a drunk. That was just another reason why she would never touch alcohol. She saw first hand what it did to people and how it ruined lives.

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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#, as written by Princess Awinita
Of course Puma stayed put, smack dab in the direct center of the bar. Just sitting there, engine off, thinking. The nine and a half inch tall blood red backlit hologram appear on the space where the gearshift was normally located on a manual transmission jeep. The figure was carefully thinking and pondering what had occured at the bar. When the cleanup crew tried to move her she let out a angery chuff and turned her terret towards one of them as if saying a unspoken 'back off!'

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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The cleanup crew ignored the individual inside the truck and continued to shove it out of the bar while cleaning up. No one appreciated rude people driving into the bar since it happened far too often, nor did they care about someone being angry that they were shoving out the unwanted vehicle.

Gabrielle meanwhile remained silent, watching everyone as they entered the bar. It really bothered her that so many people were getting drunk, but perhaps that was because her own mother was a ragin' alcoholic and sometimes she wondered if her older sister was becoming the same. Sighing, she sipped on her cherry mountain dew and remained curled up in the booth, alone.

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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In order to be shoved out one had to be in the gear marked as neutral. Which Puma was not in, she was locked in second gear at all times. Maybe even nineth. With an angry growl she shifted on her own into reverse and all but backed up over two of the cleaning crew. A loud bark of sorts came from the rig as she growled out "Leave me be! I can leave as I wish when I wish!" Clearly annoyed at the attempts to move her out of the bar Puma locked her wheels and increased the inerita to make her large form heavier then it was.

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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Gabrielle had had enough. Sliding out of the booth, she all but stomped over to the asshole that had decided to smash through the bar door and was now refusing to move. Stepping over the injured workers who were now being moved by other workers, she growled under her breath. Normally the fifteen-year-old was shy and didn't enjoy confrontations, but today was not that day.

"LOOK! My mother was just killed. You're being an ASSHOLE by smashing through MY FATHER'S BAR and refusing to MOVE YOUR ASS. Some of us are mourning my mother's passing and don't appreciate this! Show some god damn respect!" Turning back around, she walked over to the counter and sat down, ordering another cherry mountain dew.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Fabian Foster

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Fabian Foster Fabian looked over at the girl who was just yelling and swearing. He picked up his drink and walked over to her. "Sounds like you've had it pretty rough. Need me to buy you something stronger?" He leaned against the counter, resting both elbows on the surface.

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Character Portrait: Norrington Character Portrait: Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"Oh, you didn't have to tell me you're disfigured. I could guess by the way you're probably human," he stated calmly. Wait. 'Father's Bar'?

"Heyo, guurrl," Norrington called in a drawn out fashion, "You're the daughter of Gambit? The Gambit?"

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Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau

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"Relax" Came a now much calmer voice as a nine and a half inch tall black lit red hologram appeared on the hood of the M12 LRV. "I came in here because I chose to do so. I cannot project anywhere from outside, therefore to project I must be indoors. Besides, the door was open. An automatic door I might add. I'm not up to date on the news so if you want to sue me you'r have to contact Kill It With Fire if you want to sue me." Puma said matter of factly, "I can leave at my own lesiure."

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