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Sydney pushes open the door with her foot, a cigarette pressed between her red lips, a set of goggles keeping her long black hair out of her eyes. Her clothes, which were simple, a black tanktop and shorts, were covered in dirt... and a bit of dried blood. An ornate cross hung from her neck, upside down, of course. It swung back and forth, catching light and glittering as she walked to the bar, her giant combat boots clunking uncomfortably loud on the wooden floor. She looked around the bar, eyebrow raised, taking another puff of her smoke. Same miscreants and bottom-feeders as usual. She noticed Elle, a friend of hers, and nodded her head once in order to greet her before walking over to the bar and finding a seat.
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