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[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[Practicing in a mirror.] I'm Rachel.

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[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Or Zoe or Sarah?

[He standing at the door, his red hair long and falling down his back]

Your like me. I could tell, in the bookstore.

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[spins around, putting the wall at her back] Who are you? Like you how?

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He steps into the room, glancing at her for a moment before he turned around and pulled off his shirt. There were nine marks running along his shoulder-blades. Three of them were burnt and scarred]

This answer your question?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

You... [She summoned her strength to burn him or freeze him if he was lying, if this was a Mogadorian trick, but she didn't think it was.] What number are you?

*Needs more sleep*

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He drops his shirt to the ground as he folds his arms, staring back at her]

Nine. I'm the oldest of our merry band of kids. Which one are you?

*hears you there*

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

Seven. [smiles wryly] The one thing my Watcher could ever say good about me was that I still have my number going for me.

Re: *hears you there*

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Try being Nine. It's like being the last hope.

[He folds his arms, pressing his lips together]

Did you feel what happened to Three?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[nods] Yeah, I did. Four's still out there, though, at least.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

...Why did you come into the bookstore?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

Exactly the reason it looked like. My bike was having issues, I needed a book on how to fix it.

[five-secondrule.livejournal.com]

Is it suppose to say hi back?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[jumps, spins around] No, it's just--I'm--I'm shy. So I practice introducing myself.

...Pretty stupid, huh?

[five-secondrule.livejournal.com]

Oops, Five didn't mean to startle her. "You're natural," he lightly joked. That must be what he looked like when he had to take on a new alias. "It's not stupid," he said as he held out his hand. "I'm H.... Henry."

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Or Zoe or Sarah?

[He standing at the door, his red hair long and falling down his back]

Your like me. I could tell, in the bookstore.

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[spins around, putting the wall at her back] Who are you? Like you how?

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He steps into the room, glancing at her for a moment before he turned around and pulled off his shirt. There were nine marks running along his shoulder-blades. Three of them were burnt and scarred]

This answer your question?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

You... [She summoned her strength to burn him or freeze him if he was lying, if this was a Mogadorian trick, but she didn't think it was.] What number are you?

*Needs more sleep*

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He drops his shirt to the ground as he folds his arms, staring back at her]

Nine. I'm the oldest of our merry band of kids. Which one are you?

*hears you there*

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

Seven. [smiles wryly] The one thing my Watcher could ever say good about me was that I still have my number going for me.

Re: *hears you there*

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Try being Nine. It's like being the last hope.

[He folds his arms, pressing his lips together]

Did you feel what happened to Three?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[nods] Yeah, I did. Four's still out there, though, at least.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

...Why did you come into the bookstore?

[five-secondrule.livejournal.com]

Is it suppose to say hi back?

[septdesneuf.livejournal.com]

[jumps, spins around] No, it's just--I'm--I'm shy. So I practice introducing myself.

...Pretty stupid, huh?

[five-secondrule.livejournal.com]

Oops, Five didn't mean to startle her. "You're natural," he lightly joked. That must be what he looked like when he had to take on a new alias. "It's not stupid," he said as he held out his hand. "I'm H.... Henry."