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Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.

Or the Grateful Dead.

Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.

As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.

She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.

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Angela shrugs. "I'm nothing special. I came here when I was a baby, and my parents are here. I went back home, and came back just a few months ago...but my parents are still like, young. So it's weird."

She munches on a fry. "Where are you from?"

"Gotham. I'm a Robin," Steph announces proudly. "Or, well, was. Y'know. Dead now, and all. Does your world have a Gotham, and a Batman? I met someone before who was from, like, my world, but different, that was weird."

"Wow. Well, no we don't. At least I've not heard of him."

Angela is not sure if she should talk about comic books.

After all, she's heard rumors of a 24 television show on another universe...and boy that was an uncomfortable sensation...

"Oh, well, heaps of worlds don't." Steph shrugs. "'S just weird how many there are, hey." She grins. "So, your parents are here too? That must be weird for ya. God, I hope mine never show up."

"It's kinda nice for me, actually. My grampa was here until just a few days ago. I miss him. I hope he comes back soon."

She pauses. "But yeah, sometimes parents can really be a drag."

"Tell me about it," Steph says, with an exaggerated sigh. "Mine sucked. I mean, my dad's always been a career criminal, it's not like I had any hope for him, but Mom, I thought she was gonna go clean. She totally screwed it. I guess it's always like that. I hope none of 'em ever show up here. Who's your grampa? Do I know him?"

"His name's Jack Bauer. He's on Security, but right now he's not in the bar. I miss him."

"It sounds like your parents were pretty messed up. Mine are okay. They've got their problems, but..." Angela shrugs.

"Yeah, that's what's annoying," Steph says. "Mine could've been okay. They had so many chances to get their shit together, and they just wouldn't, it drove me totally nuts." She shrugs. "Hey, sorry to just randomly dump on you, I'm always a bit like that but I try not to be." She steals another fry.

Angela shrugs, smiling slightly. "Hell, we're in a bar. If you can't dump on a random person in a bar, where can you? And I don't mind."

It beats talking to herself all day and is a nice break from writing.

Steph grins. "This is true, bars are totally made for that. Even if they're your home. So you're stuck here? That must suck, if you've got a place you wanna go back to."

"It sorta does. I'd like to go back home, I have stuff I need to do...but I guess I'm just hanging out here till I can see the door." She sighs.

Steph looks sympathetic. "Landlord's harsh like that. I don't know, I don't think he or she or it even cares about the people here. It seems totally random, who can go and who can't."

"Yeah. I mean...I wouldn't mind if I could just go home sometimes."

"I haven't heard of anyone being Bound for really long," Steph points out. "I mean, some of the old-timers have been here for like two years, but nobody's longer than that. And most people are only Bound for a few weeks, as far's I know. So I'm sure the Door'll open for you soon." She tries to put her best convincing expression on, 'cos she really isn't sure at all.

"Yeah. I hope so."

She really wants to get the Big Family Talk over with.

She grins. "I really should get upstairs, I'm way tired. I liked meeting you, Steph."

"You too. I'm totally gonna eat the last of the fries, then." Steph grins. "Thanks for those, I needed a junk food hit. It was awesome to meet you, see you round the Bar!"

Angela grins. "Good night, Steph!"

[OOC: wonderful meeting you!]

"And to you."

[ooc: and likewise! =)!]

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