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[geniusmage]

A. Outside 1449 Mitchell Road: [An unhealthy amount of scraping and rummaging is being screeched out from the garage of 1449 Mitchell. Rita is inside furiously digging through pile of junk after pile of junk, digging through scraps and trash for... something, apparently. Whatever it is, it has her pretty fired up. She gets so frustrated with the fruitlessness of her search that she ends up kicking a metal bucket out into the street, and with a weary sigh treks out of the garage to retrieve it.

Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy bothering frustrated teenage girls.]

B. Phone: [Here's Rita on the phone, she doesn't sound any more pleased than when she may or may not have been angrily kicking buckets into the streets.]

Hey, I need a favor from one of you idiot boys.

Comments

[donttellmetheodds]

When I get projectiles thrown in my directions I tend to make it my business. Why don't you tell me what this is all about.

[geniusmage]

[ugh, sigh.]

I was looking for something and I couldn't find it, so I kicked a bucket, okay?

[donttellmetheodds]

....right. [He sounds totally convinced. Not.]

I feel like I'm getting about 5% of the story. If I can help you out, just tell me.

[geniusmage]

Well, that's all there is! And besides...I'm not inviting some weird guy from the street into my house. [Never mind that she already lives with three strangers but it's the principle.]

[donttellmetheodds]

Call me Corran. Corran Horn. Not 'weird guy'. I've been a lot of things before but not a complete stranger.

[geniusmage]

[She's gonna call you weird guy anyway. Sorry.]

Do you offer young girls your assistance often?

[donttellmetheodds]

I offer help to anyone that needs it. It's what a Jedi does.

[geniusmage]

...A Jedi. Okay, sure, whatever. Come on. [She waves him back over to the garage with her.]

[donttellmetheodds]

You know what one is then? [No harm in following.]