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Yolanda's stiffened scoff charged speaking. "I am not a child one, and two, I could ask you the same question." Softened eyes relocating her pointed and first planted death spot, she turned her eyes away and dropped her head. "Sorry for startling you. Eyes know even the sharpest vision can't penetrate this darkness." She charged the light again on her phone, which showed her the eyes looking on her. "Pretty roaring eyes, like lightsaber stuff. So deep and cool. I tolerate it, I mean if you want to continue looking at me all night." Yolanda chuckled, flips her shoulders up, gritting her teeth. "I'm hungry and, I cooked back home. Want a bite? I won't leave this tower unless you come to my loft for dinner." Swallows of just saliva that shamed her previous intentions - the model life getting her high on death. "I'm a psychic." Beaten eyes, rushed lips, vibrating chest, she could pass out any time from exhaustion.
Valiant would have liked being the words to describe this other in front of her, what she was not aware of at this time. Maybe soon, gained she told Selene who she was, now she would get to see who Selene wanted to be to Yolanda. Sought after a collected mind, scratching her arm, she clicked off the phone. "The first person down the chimney in the dark without knocking up into anything is the winner." The understatement of the century was saying it straightforward that she could not see any more clear than blind mice. "On your mark?" To understand Yolanda, you had to know her life, and not just the demons she tucked to bed at night. Someone had to have her story in every corner, crescent, dusty nook. To be fairer, Yolanda wanted to enjoy herself and passed off /threatening character/ coming from this stranger, so that it became too easy to want to embark on her in her company. She hung on a safety chain for dear life, instead it tore up her fight to put the dark past to bed, hung on her fear.

Woven around her neck, she coughs to breathe except if only accepting that chain hold it holding her instead. Yolanda releases her thoughts from her current trafficked mind, to leave it naked. She rotated her body to a direction, exposed to an airplane passing over that shined light on the dark camp. The colliquy short but able to change in the limited future if Selene came to dinner. A short breath, come off sensitively, she felt so broken. "Besides. Nothing could beat what I been through in my childhood." Her brow moved to the center of her forehead, picked up across her skin, she could feel every drop of pain clutter her. It wasn't remembering what happened in the older Male using her sense, it was remembering that she gave him all of her and the most of that was not real in any light. There was much Yolanda wanted to talk about, much they could go on and on about but the true meaning of it all meant she would be opening doors in herself she wasn't used to exposing. The world would have to change from being called the world, to newly get the name the most famous place to be screwed up. At least there would be something easy to see out the children's eyes who were starting into this new life to them that the world would be incredible crap for the rest of their life's. It was time children knew what they were in for before there were any surprises. Based on the acts here, anyone could guess that safety first nonsense was foreign to her of she acted on safety as nonsense. She just knew who could be trusted, a gift she grew to have no thanks to timing. Something about having it told her as much, that it was a gift, a gift of psychic vision she needed to be aware of.