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Wanders into the place, looking around and finds a small empty booth right next to the door, taking his seat there, he reaches up to the light that was lighting his table and unscrews the bulb, setting it down on the table, leaving his table back in the dark and sighs, thinking to himself.

Arch casually walked into the club, though he made sure to keep himself at the ready. He didn't quite know the rules of this town yet, but he had heard rumors of a woman named "R.J. St.Claire" worked here. The taste of a search coming to the end grew as he approaced the bar, taking a seat and leaning on the counter.
"I hear a Ms. St.Claire works here. Know where she might be at?" Arch asked Snapps, the shades masking his eyes, and anything they might give away.

Snapps gave Arch a look over, not quite trusting the shades. "Oy, RJ, some bloke's out here' lookin for you!"

"Comin, I'm comin." She took a raincheck on Dio, telling him that their conversation wasn't over yet, and then walked to the bar. She moved up like a cat, glancing over the bar room and then settling her gaze on Arch. "You the guy that's looking for me?"

RJ, sighed, "Figured as much." She walked behind the bar and pulled out a box, shoving it towards Arch, "I'm RJ St. Claire, and I took that name to get this job, and get into this city, and if I knew how much trouble the damn thing'd cause me, I'da taken the name Tina Turner instead. I Don't know her, guessing I won't ever know her, but I do get sent a lot of her stuff. Now who are you? Because if you're another person after the bounty, I'm gonna throw you out personaly."

"No, this here is what people keep sending me. I've gotten stuff from her cousins, her brothers, mostly things they found when cleaning up or some stuff left to her from her Grandmother. I usually give people a take home souvenir, before telling them to get lost." She pushed the box forward, it was full of a few pictures, a red diary, some homemade jewelry with tell-tale red beads, and a few other things that didn't make much sense. RJ tilted her head, "Arch, as in Arch Lannen? Damn boy, there're some letters in there for you." She leaned over and pushed around in the box till she brought out a group of worn envelopes held together by a rubber band. They were marked with a big red "return to sender" stamp.

"They're old, most of them, right after the mimic revolution. Apparently it didn't occur to the girl that the postal system wouldn't be working very well, let alone be able to find some guy whose address happens to be his bus. I started getting them about five months ago, then stopped after the last one. And yeah, I read them. I know it's illegal, but everyone's got their curiousity." She handed the group of letters to Arch. "She was crazy, you k now, plain crazy, though the last one may have made us all cry a bit."


((I'll send them, they were originaly just made because it was funny, but then, unfortuneatley, they did get sad.))

RJ, gave a shrug, "No prob, an if there's anything else of yours in the box, or something you'd like help yourself." She left the box up on the counter, smacking Snapp's hands away from it. "You get back down stairs, Snapps."

Erica walked over to his table and sat down, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Hey, there. It's been a while since I've seen you." She sighed, "I'm sure she's still out there Arch. you know Ruby, she always lands on her feet."