>>5503651The Lady's clothes spoke of journalism, the rugged wartorn office worker style. Formal and yet daring. A sense of order where it wouldn't usually be found, asking dumb questions and getting back even stupider answers. That lot was more trouble than they were worth. Without a reply the tall woman moves anyway, closing the distance and plucking herself a smoke from the pack. The spark and the glow of a zippo illuminates her face even better. Reflexively you take a long pull as the prospect of much needed nicotine already makes you feel better. The cold beautiful eyes of a woman staring into your own also did little to hamper the mood.
Her accent was thick and heavy, practically dosed in french attitude. Around you could also make out the faint rattles of American, British, Russian, South African and in-between conversations across the aircraft. "So…. What brings a sweet thing like you to a town like this? Are you the adventurous sort? You wouldn't happen to be a Stalker now would you?" The woman asks coly, her eyebrows raising and a notepad appearing. Your fingers feel cold as your body reacts to the nicotine. You were aware the woman knew you and just about every soul on this flight was aboard for only one reason. You were here for money after all. And she just wanted a story.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"Your love is such a thrill."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"But your love won't pay my bills."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"I want money."</span></span>
Tilting your head towards the woman to find her own delicate face persistently interested. You give her a sceptical look mixed with annoyance, trying to justify even responding. Clearly she wasn't one to be kept waiting. She pokes the inside of a cheek with her tongue before smirking. "I thought as much Ma fraise, there is no need to be so shy. I'm putting together a story on what brings… the wandering souls to risk their lives and more crossing into the Lake Volta Exclusion Zone. To see if any similarities crop up with illegal arrivals... What's your name? What did you do before becoming a Stalker? Why are you even here? Is it worth the risk of life and limb?"
The Journalist lays on heavy and hard, pressing for any answers she could use.
>Name:?>Nationality:?>Age:?>Occupation:?>Is it Worth it?: Y/N