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No. Giving up is never the answer.

And you know this from expierence or something?

Mmhm.

And what happened to you?

I am in command of an entire country. I can either give up my power or continue to fight for it.

There is never a good reason to give up.

Better question.

Why would you want to be in command of an entire country?

I intend to take the world and change it for the better.

Right. Okay then.

I never believe that.

I'm starting to believe it.

Why?

I don't really think I fit in. Anywhere.

Who the hell wants to? Too many fucking idiots out there to want to be like the rest of them.

Oh please everyone has that nice little nook of wanting to belong somewhere.

When I find any crowd of normal people I want to be part of I'll send Lucifer some ice skates so he can get around.

You. are the exact opposite of me.

I've just learned that the normal people are more often the monsters than the freaks are.

and the monsters are actually the good guys?

Depends on who you call the monsters and how you define good.

It's a hypothetical thing.

Even hypotheticals aren't worth shit without good definitions.

I guess *laughs*

I'm Leila.

Smiles.

Snake. Why does a pretty girl like you want to be normal?

Because it beats being a chewtoy?

A chew toy?

well not chewtoy. I was never a chewtoy, but beats working in a club where everyone wants to bite you.

So you need a job not to be normal.

*shrugs* I'm in England now and a different place.

If you're still having problems, I'd suggest biting back.

*laughs* They have sharp teeth. I don't. No one's bitten me here or tried. They seem to know their boundaries.

Who says you got to use your teeth too? That's good they know.

ha!

this place is run better then the other place. *shrugs* Got offered a job by a guy named Dariel. Didn't hear from the person who was supposed to fix my car, so. Left it in storage and flew across the seas.

Dariel? Cocks a brow. Stupid fuck who claims to fix a car and no shows. Bad for business.

Yeah Dariel Fierson. The guy that was supposed to fix my car was Johnny Storm. *shrugs* Guess he found someone to sleep with or something. Who knows. *sighs*

Name sounds familiar. Snake sighed. Next time you should bring it to me.

If I'm ever in the states again, or if you want to look at it, I can call my friend and tell her you'll come and fix it. She won't mind.

If you want.

I can call her. You aren't too far from her as far as I remember.

Well, I'm in the phone book. Not another Viper in the car section.

Alright I'll have her call you.

If I'm not there she can tell someone there I told her to come in.