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Realistic or Modern WELCOME TO THE ISLAND OF VAHLIA (always accepting)

Zoey took her time in the shower, relishing the feeling of hot drops of water hit her tense body. When she got out after an hour, she slowly and precisely wiped her body with a towel, and sat on the bed. A small smile played on her lips as she felt the soft, cold sheets underneath her.


The whole time since she got into that cab she's been wondering who that kind person that helped her would turn out to be. She had the number, but the only thing she felt she was able to do was deliberate with herself whether to use it or not.


"Don't forget why you're here," she said out loud and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and gently massaging her temples.


"I could use help, though," she stopped immediately and gazed at her phone as it was just about to explode. Without realising what exactly she was doing, she had already dialled the number from the card, and pushing the green button to call.
 

Kaliko Amalu



Kaliko entered the town and began the search for a job.  He'd need it if he was to get money for food and furniture as well as more clothing eventually, given that he only had three sets of clothes and one pair of pajamas on him since coming to Valia.   Kaliko kept his eyes out for police though he didn't plan on causing trouble, that didn't escape the fact that under his real name he was a fugitive. Kaliko Amalu, however wasn't a fugitive from the law and should have no problems getting a job and settling down on this island in his own home away from everyone.  As long as he didn't go into the city, he should be alright.  
 
Kassiah finally caught up with him


"Um did I do something wrong? you just got up and left?





His face unreadable, he responded, "I apologize, I thought you were wearing less clothing, and it bothered me, as I thought you were...less than honorable. But, it seems I had the color of your shirt mistaken for something else. I apologize." He now smiled lightly, hoping to relieve the situation. He turned back to his car, wanting to leave since the bluntness of his words would have offended most.
 
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Zoey took her time in the shower, relishing the feeling of hot drops of water hit her tense body. When she got out after an hour, she slowly and precisely wiped her body with a towel, and sat on the bed. A small smile played on her lips as she felt the soft, cold sheets underneath her.


The whole time since she got into that cab she's been wondering who that kind person that helped her would turn out to be. She had the number, but the only thing she felt she was able to do was deliberate with herself whether to use it or not.


"Don't forget why you're here," she said out loud and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and gently massaging her temples.


"I could use help, though," she stopped immediately and gazed at her phone as it was just about to explode. Without realising what exactly she was doing, she had already dialled the number from the card, and pushing the green button to call.

A secretary answered in a pleasant voice, "Listman programming, this is Tracy, how can I help you?"
 
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