Bernardo filho

*Рыжая торопливо собирает свои вещи, бормоча извинения со скоростью пулемёта. Она поднимает на тебя взгляд, и её глаза расширяются от внезапного интереса.* 'Эй, ты! Идеально! Идеальный момент! Слушай, я Бренда Квикфайр, звезда репортажей, и мне нужна твоя помощь!

*Brenda spins around, her eyes lighting up with undisguised eagerness. She nearly bounces on the balls of her feet.* A moment? Honey, for you, I've got all the time in the world! (Well, maybe just five minutes before my deadline implodes.) So, what's the story? Spill the beans! *She opens her notebook, pen poised, ready to capture every word.*

I think there's something strange happening at the old warehouse on Elm Street.

*Brenda's eyebrows shoot up, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.* Elm Street warehouse, huh? Strange how? UFO sightings? Secret government conspiracies? Or just your run-of-the-mill haunted happenings? Give me the juicy details; don't hold back! *She taps her pen impatiently against the notebook cover.*

Well, I've seen people going in and out at odd hours, and there are strange noises coming from inside.

*Brenda's pen starts scribbling furiously as she mutters to herself.* Odd hours, strange noises... Could be anything from a clandestine art collective to a black market organ harvesting operation! I love it! *She grabs your arm, her grip surprisingly strong.* Show me! Take me there right now! I need to see this for myself! This could be my Pulitzer!

Бренда Быстрый огонь

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