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WHO: Jang
WHAT: Jang tries to find a lawyer.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Jang's room and the Gallows
NOTES: Swearing

1. Jang Is in her room, behind a desk with paperwork scattered about and her crystal next to her. Anyone trying to see here will have to get past a rather humorless guard, but anyone within 20 feet of her room can hear her ranting in a foreign language, swearing and yelling at her crystal. She’s been trying to get any information on her arrest and trying to find a Lawyer over the network.

“Listen, I need a lawyer and someone who knows how laws work in this place. Public defenders are a thing here right? Vikings had public defenders for god’s sake.” There is a streak of swearing in Mandarin and Creole.

2. Later in the day, she has left her room and wandering the Gallows, trailed closely by her guard who she refers to as “Steve”. Still swearing a blue streak in Chinese and Louisiana Creole, which anyone who speaks Orleasian would be surprised to understand. She doesn’t seem to have a location in mind, just needed to get out of her room, but anyone who sees her knows that she is furious.

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Dolores is having a nice morning. The courtyard is quiet and she i, usual, generally content to be here. She hasn't any work yet, so she's nowhere to be, and she's just taking in the day when Jang comes around the corner, a large gentleman in armor behind her. She seems upset and, automatically, Dolores starts walking over to greet her.

Without thinking, in seamless Mandarin, she asks:

"How are you today?"

Jang smiles when she sees Dolores but then freezes when she hears Dolores speaking in Mandarin. "Um...." She clears her throat and begins talking in Mandarin.

"Dolores? Holy hell, you speak Chinese? Where'd you learn it, you...have a kinda odd accent. You're speaking it really well!" Jang offers in apology, "But it's just...an accent I've not heard before. Where are you from again? Sweetwater?"

Edited 2018-07-18 00:35 (UTC)

"Chinese?" she asks, almost absently, while speaking the language. She looks almost confused and a bit distant a moment.

"I learned it...in Hong Kong," the answer comes back in English and her expression falters a bit. "I think."

She stares a moment longer then shakes her head. Her attention drifts from Jang to the man behind her and she raises both brows.

"Made a new friend, did you?"

Jang seems to nod in agreement. "Ahh, Honk Kong, that explains a lot. You don't sound English. So you're a Englishperson from Hong Kong who moved to Sweetwater? Hey, you do you, but that must've been quite a childhood.

"Oh god no, this asshole? I'm under house arrest or something, no idea why. I've gotta just wait in my room for a damn week with this guy making sure I don't run off.

"Keeping you in your room for a week! What happened?" Dolores askes, startled and more than a touch horrified. She shoots a furative glance back at the guard and then moves to stand with her back to him, as though he might somehow start listening in by reading lips.

"You didn't go hustling someone did you?"

What? No! Of course not, I didn't hustle anyone. They didn't say why I was put under arrest. Just that I had to have him following me around, it's been a horrible day. But enough about me, what about you? What've you been up to? How's the new job?

Dolores regards her with no small amount of suspicion, her worry written on her face, but she lets Jang's deflection stand. She takes a breath as they walk and considers her current affairs.

"Ain't much interesting about me," she starts. "The job is fine enough, easy indoor work, lots of ice cream and happy folk when they come in. It's a good routine and I'm savin more than I thought I'd get paid."

"Well that's always good, I need to find some work here, I'm starting to get bored, and that's never a good thing let me tell you. Bored people cause trouble."

She continues to walk around the market, looking at the stalls and thinking.

"The decorations are quite nice though, did you do all that artwork? I was never any good at art myself, didn't have the talent for it."

"I did, daddy always said I had a knack for observation," Dolores says and thinks about it for a while. "Can't say I know what to tell you to do, but if you did something, we could probably move away from the tower with the guards."

She isn't one to really think of change; Dolores is very set in her ways...but if her friend was under watch and possibly in danger, well, it made sense. It wasn't like this was home anyway.

"Not sure how much it costs to live round these parts though. Can't imagine it's much more than home."

"Hmm...There's a thought. I need to find somewhere that will employ me then. I mean, I get some money from playing cards, but I need something consistent..."

Jang pauses for a moment, as if she's just hearing Dolores for the first time. "Wait...We? You'd...you'd want to move out and get a place? I mean...Geeze, that's really nice of you, thank you!"

Dolores is honestly surprised by Jang's reaction. She pauses her step and stares for just a moment before she comes back to herself. Her laugh is honest and her smile is kind.

"Well of course I would, we're friends."

"I mean...yah, we are. It's just been a while I guess...I...left a lot of my friends behind, back home. Not to mention more than a few have died. Trying to stop forces of darkness is not something that results in old people."

Jang pauses, thinking and walking through the market. "A lot of my friends are gone...I mean, we were saving a lot of people, protected a lot of innocents, but still...I miss my friends."

Jang suddenly turns and gives Dolores a hug, before releasing her. "Thank you for being my friend Dolores. At least you can take care of yourself, and there's no monsters trying to kill us every five minutes here!"

Dolores doesn't say much as Jang hugs her--her gaze goes a little glassy and distant, in fact, as she tries to recall friends she's lost. Monsters trying to kill them. Protecting innocents--it's an odd train for her and the memories it dredges up are disjointed and chaotic. When jang backs off, Dolores has to shake herself a bit and then manages to smile.

"It's not so bad, really, ain't known a single person yet whose died here. Maybe it won't become a trend."

With her free hand Dolores gestures to the market.

"I've got a list of shopping to get, you want to come with me?"

"Heh, here's hoping! We can watch out for each other, I feel safe knowing that you've got my back."

Jang falls into step with Dolores, and says "Sure! I'd like to go shopping with ya. Thanks!"

"Of course, whatever you need," Dolores tells her. "We've all got a path to follow and mine aligns with yours."

Dolores turns and fishes a paper out of her satchel, it's a folded list of about ten items and she passes it to Jang.

"I need to get these for work. I get them every day but it'll be nice having company."

Jang takes the list and starts reading it. "Hmm...Seems straight forward, but I don't think the have cans here...This should set you up for a few days though. Did Barnabas send you out to get it?"

Jang walks around the market, looking for the bits she recognizes and getting them for Dolores. "Maybe I could take you out to the bar tomorrow then since you won't be shopping."

"Oh, no, I get them every day. But I'm sure we could go out afterward."

"Wait...every day? You...get this list every day?" Jang looks down at the list again. "I mean...are you getting this for a lot of people? This is enough for...a few days at least. You don't need a can of beans every day do you? Doesn't that seem a bit...weird to you?"

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"Doesn't seem like much of anything to me," Dolores says as she takes the list back.

There's a pause and then:

"I guess he must be stockpiling? Anyway, what bar would you like to go to? I haven't seen a saloon around here...but there were a few cathouses scattered about.

"You don't mean those, right?" She asks, a touch hesitant.

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