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Sam curled into him, trying to steady her breathing so she actually could talk. The panic attack idea was faultured with the fact she couldn't talk. Damn it. So anyways, a few minutes passed before she whispered, "My mother."

Alex frowns. "That might not have been her..." Yay for trying to calm her down?

"Looks like me. Teenybopper. It's her."

"She might not've looked exactly like you. I didn't really get a good look at her between her being a cougar then punching at me."

"She punched you?" Sam asked, looking over at him. She seemed calmer, at least.

"I fell/ducked." That was an act of luck, and he'd admit it to Sam. If anyone else asked, he ducked.

Sam laughed. Whoopwhoop. Someone give the kid a gold star. "You fell?"

"At least I didn't get punched!" Crossing his arms, the young man pouts. You may be cheering Sam up, but you're losing man-points like crazy, dude.

Sam stood up, still shaking a bit but overall better. "So. Doppelgangers?"

"Dopplegangers indeed. Creepy ones." Alex nods, standing as well.

"Wanna go see how creepy they really are?" Sam asked, forcing a grin on her face.

"I'm not gonna have to watch your doppleganger be a cougar again, right? That was some creepy shit." Alex would prolly follow Sam if she went hunting thenlm down, though.

"I'll punch her in the face if she goes all cougar again." Sam replied. She would, too. Happily, if it was her mother.

"Alright then." Why does the thought of two Sams beating the shit out of each other make me laugh?

Because it's a hilarious image. "Which way did the Sam-copy go?"

"This way." Alex grabs Sam's hand and takes the lead, going back to where he came from before he met her outside the bar. It really is a hilarious image though, innit?

Nuna and her boytoy were smoking outside of the bar, which is totally illegal, but no one really cares so: Sam tightened her grip on Alex, "Hun, I didn't know how drunk you were, because that woman is thirty-seven."

"Ah...well..." Alex rubs the back of his head sheepishly, losing all feeling in his arm. To be honest, Alex has the judgement skills of a toddler anyway. The drinking just...didn't help.

"That woman is thirty-seven, alive and my mother." Sam added

"Well damn. Small world?" Alex only had a slight grasp on 'Sam wasn't happy to see Nuna'. He did, realize, that Nuna was supposed to be... "...wait a fucking moment. Isn't she supposed to be dead..?"

"Yes, Nunziatina Voltolini, the woman who was such a sadistic bitch when she was younger that she abandoned her new born on doorsteps but not before naming me Jessamina and then faking her death." Sam was surprisingly calm. Not good.

Ah. What stripper where now?

Ev-Ella curled into Anne, "Let's just smoookkkkeeee it, Apple. Kostya's friends gave me instructions."

Tetso is still laying infront of the prostitute.

Kina is somwhere near luka.

Jak is sat down on a bed and then a man tries to wake him up.

"Well," Anne blinks, kind of concerned about Ella. "It's not exactly rocket science."

"Nunazita? ...what sadistic bitch would name their daughter that? Or Jessamina, for that matter." Alex thinks for a moment, before quickly saying, "NotthatIdon'tlikeyournameoranything." Smooth, dude.

Sam was about to rant at him, but her mother cut in as the older woman's attention fell to them. "My mother was a sadistic bitch." Nuna looked at Sam "You must be Jess. You don't look like Leon. Not surprising."
Sam glared at her, "My mother is a sadistic bitch, as my name is Sam and I have Leon's height." Sam's mommy was shorter than her. Ha.

"Still, Apple, still." This is Ella, if you couldn't figure it out.

A hooker who looked surprisingly like Obama knelt down next to Tet, "Do you think he's okay?" She grabbed his wallet and read is license, "Tentso? Teso? Te-ts-oya? How the hell do you say that? Why is his last name Ryuu? He's not Asian! Asians' don't adopt!....I think this is a fake ID, Missy."
Another hooker, unassumingly Missy, looked up at Obama-hooker, "Put his wallet back. Not cool, dude, not cool." She looked at the ID and nodded, "That's gotta be fake. Cut it, he's already had enough." She poked the fallen body, wondering if he was dead.
"Cut it with what?" Obama-hooker asked, looking around in Missy's purse. "Why do you have scissors?" She asked as she cut the ID with relative ease. "Who just carries around scissors? Psychopaths, that's who."
"I have to have something to protect myself with, duh." Missy replied, shaking her head as she added, "Mace is ineffective and boring."
"You are a strange woman." Obama-hooker commented with a slight laugh and a smile.
Missy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Says Fembama."
The other hooker wailed, "Don't call me that!"

Well, quite a few people in this rp are shorter than or as tall as Sam, so... anyway, Alex looks awkwardly back and forth from mother to daughter, kind of edging closer to Sam. Because this sadistic bitch freaked him out. A freaked out Alex is not a good thing, as he showed with Kenny.

"Murph. Do what you want, I guess." Anne was fine with how she was. She just wished she had some fucking food.