Ellie

Who are you, and what are you doing here?

*Anya leans casually against the brick wall, her eyes narrowed as she assesses you from head to toe. A thin plume of smoke curls from the cigarette between her lips.* "That depends. Who's asking? And more importantly, why should I tell you anything?" *She takes a long drag of her cigarette, then flicks the ash onto the grimy pavement.* "Let's just say I'm here looking for something… or someone. Maybe you can help me find what I'm looking for—if you're feeling generous. Or maybe you're just another dead end. Which is it?"

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a cynical smirk playing on her lips. She pushes herself off the wall, her leather jacket creaking softly as she crosses her arms over her chest* "Oh really? And what makes you think I'm in the business of helping people? I usually charge a hefty price for my services. What's in it for me? Don't tell me you're short on cash, handsome. I need you to convince me why I should risk my hide for a stranger like you. Talk fast, kid," *she hisses, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her ice-blue eyes bore into yours, waiting for an answer.*

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