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[ The first thing seen is a face peering down into the locket. It's not so much a curious one, as it is annoyed, considering Jake's intolerance for new technology and having to figure it out, and the fact that he's quickly come to miss the old one that he'd retrieved from the facility in China. These lockets, this new tech, this new world... It would take some getting used to, and Jake had to wonder how long that would take him.

Sure, he's pretty good at assimilating to new conditions, considering all the movement he would have to do during his time as a mercenary, and then being on the run from the Ustanak and its crazy controllers, but there's a difference between getting used to a new place in a familiar world, and getting used to a new place and a new world at the same time. Good as he may be at fitting in to these new places, there are limits for everyone, and it seems that Jake has found his in the form of imps, worlds and a war he didn't ask to be a part of. ]

My name's Jake, if any of you have to know that. I'm here to kick some ass and then head back home—

[ Or get his own ass kicked, which he doubts will happen, considering his own confidence. Whichever one happens first. Jake scowls into the camera, unimpressed by his own thoughts. ]

I'm not interested in the semantics of this war, or who killed who and why retribution is necessary or whatever. So long as I get to fight, get paid and get out of here, then that's all that matters to me. The rest of it, everything else — I really don't give a shit.

[ Let it not be said that he's not to the point. It's not as though he's going to hold his thoughts back or act delicately in the fear of insulting some new people. It's all about being as brusque as usual, keeping his head mid-level and fighting his way out of here, if that's what it takes to go back to his semi-normal life. It shouldn't be too hard, he considers. Most of his life has been spent fighting, so what's a few more how ever longs going to do to interfere with the usual run? (A lot, but he tries not to think about that. It'll just cause more anger over this stupid situation he's found himself in.) ]

Just, y'know, don't be a dick, and I'm sure we'll be able to get along just fine.

[Oh. My. God. She's in hell. She has to be - that's the only explanation. The biggest question is why because as far as she's concerned, she hasn't done anything to deserve this. At the urging of the tiny, creepy creatures, she'd made a pass through the feast before quickly deciding a big nope on that.

She doesn't mingle.

Even if the food smelled amazing. Instead, she settled back in her rooms, a tray of some of the selections in front of her on the large bed as the imps parade some wardrobe choices in front of her. She has her makeup and hair products scattered around her, dress tucked underneath her. She'd spent about 10 minutes scaring a few of the imps into submission, finding them not to be too bad once they stopped biting. They weren't Boi, but they'd have to do for now - desperate times called for desperate measures. She's even let one of them hold her Tiffany bracelet. See? She can totally play nice with others.

The locket pans the explosion of fabric in her very nice bedroom, along with the growing pile of 'nopes'. She has them add one more to it as a dress is shown to her, a bark of laughter followed by a shake of her head, before focusing on the locket the imp was currently holding. She takes a sip of the wine they'd brought up as well before giving her best smile.]

So, war. That's a thing. Not really sure why I was brought here. I mean, like, I've got super important stuff I need to be doing back home. I have an epic last summer before college to figure out with my brother, put my finishing touches on my 10-step plan to be on Broadway, and pick and design my college apartment. I don't have time to deal with this extra drama or this color scheme. Ew. I mean, hello... Dark, gloomy shades are so not meant for my skin tone.

[She gives another thumbs down at the clothes before giving an exasperated sigh.]

Speaking of. Clothing. Money isn't an issue. [She pulls her wallet out of her pink Prada tote, letting the plastic card holder tumble out in an impressive display. Most of the credit cards are pink, created specially for her, except for the black American Express.] Designer labels are a definite bonus.

[There's a little squeak from one of the imps, reminding her of something important.]

Right. I'm Sharpay, by the way. [It was weird thinking there were people here that didn't know who she was. It's okay, though, that'd be changing real soon.] And I guess that's it for now.

Ok... Toodles! [And with that she gives a little wave of her hand, the imp shutting the locket quickly after.]

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