irony is golden here.

[smupette]

Characters: Jade Harley and Sis Strider.
Format: Prose. With some text.
This log is: Closed.
Location: Downtown.

In an act to educate herself about all of Dave's friends. Sis decides she would be best to talk to Miss Jade Harley. Sis does not however know the proper conduct in greeting someone, or finding them for the matter. She heads downtown; it is here Sis assumes Jade Harley will be located. She tips her glasses down, there is a girl standing at a merchandise cart.


She looks to be in her young teens. Awkward, and buck toothed. There was only one way to test if this was indeed the Jade Harley she was looking for. She slides her PDA out of her pocket, finds her contact, and sends her a text.

are you downtown right now?
are you standing by a merchandise cart?
im just curious.
if you're not the person i'm looking for, i sincerely apologize beforehand.
i'm looking for a jade harley.
are you jade harley?


if the answer is yes. i need to speak with you.

Comments

[greenspaces]

Jade wasn't even paying attention to the merchandise she was standing next to; staring off into the middle distance had become sort of a hobby lately, and she's doing that right now. But her PDA vibrates, and she sticks a bandaged hand in a pocket to fish it out. The text is a color she doesn't recognize -- she briefly has a moment where she panics because she can't remember the word orange and instead thinks something like the color of a goldfish -- but she decides to answer anyway.

um
yes that is me, and that is where i am standing
but how do you know that?
and why do you need to speak with me........?