The Cult Of Assassins. {RP}

[Miranda_]

Diego didn't pack much; he preferred to travel light.

[spirit_queen]

Jenny packed plenty- mostly her new clothes; she was very obnoxiously 80s, but without the wild makeup or giant hair. She hummed as she packed, and almost forgot her toothbrush. "Oops! Silly me! Can't have ickity-ick breath all day!" she said to herself, giggling, as she stuffed her toothbrush and her cinnamon-flavored toothpaste in her bag.

[Miranda_]

About the only item that Diego couldn't do without was his handheld PS3.

[spirit_queen]

Eventually, Jenny finished with her packing. "Diego? Do we go get Angel, or does she come here to get us? I forget," Jenny asked him innocently, blinking her large eyes in sweet bewilderment.