[ Jang Man-Wol hates this world with every breath she takes of its dusty air and undead inhabitants and severe lack of fashion boutiques. Where is the glam, the luxury? Is there anything here to inspire any joy whatsoever? By the time the horsecar is jolted and the harpies swerve past them screaming bloody murder, she's almost resigned to her misery already. A slight girl dressed in what might be a matching Chanel suit, she holds on tight to her seat as the whole thing rattles onward. But there's no fear in her eyes, just annoyance, which she now directs squarely at him. ]
Oh yeah, cause I look like I speak car?
[ She cocks her head toward the door before him and clicks her fingers impatiently. ]
horsecaaar
Oh yeah, cause I look like I speak car?
[ She cocks her head toward the door before him and clicks her fingers impatiently. ]
You jump first. I wanna see if you'll die.