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[The first few second of video is an awkwardly angled shot of a very tired, very pretty blonde woman, clearly trying to work through how to use her damn phone. She looks like she's recently been through the wringer, face a mess of healing scrapes and a few shadowy bruises. So, she's just not here for any kinda crap today, phone. Behave.]

Oh lord, I’ve never been good at this computer stuff. What is- oh, eeugh.

[Sookie finally gets a good look at herself in the camera, and that angle is doing nothing for her, yikes. She takes a moment to adjust the angle, until she’s satisfied that she looks actually presentable to strangers and not a damn mess like she’s been for the past week.]

I’m Sookie, ah, Sookie Stackhouse. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so scattered, I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, if you can understand. [She frowns, a little embarrassed at herself. Get a grip, Sook, it’s just a camera.] Ah, so, I’d really really like to know about churches around anywhere? I’m Methodist, but I’m no stranger to a Baptist service, or any of those big nondenominational-

[And then for just a moment, the Fellowship of the Sun flashes across her mind’s eye, and her stomach lurches. No. No megachurches.]

Actually, no, just small congregations are fine for me.

Also, they're telling me that I've got to be on some TV show called, ah.....[She takes a moment to look at something scribbled onto her palm.] Virginia Lakeshore? Anyone know anything about that? How would I wiggle my way out of that, exactly?

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[Here's the thing about Sookie: she knows painfully well that she projects a certain image. The hair, the boobs, the accent, her job choices, all of it adds up in many people's minds to an unflattering image. In Bon Temps, if they don't think she's crazy and creepy, they think she's soft and dumb as a post. Maybe if she hadn't had her disability, she would fit that bill like her brother fits his. It's not fair, because they put her in that box from day one and didn't even give her the dignity of being the popular ditzy girl.]

Excuse me?

[Her fair brows go about creeping their way into her hairline, and she leans back just a bit to get a real good look at this man. Maybe it was an innocent joke, but it sure did prick on a very sore spot]

[He clears his throat. Like her, he has been called crazy and creepy, soft in the head, a crybaby; but he's never been labelled dumb. Maybe he was too touched by the Devil for that. His emotions stir a little deeper at that. But he is still very much controlled and doesn't project his anger as much as he might.]

Church, cheerleading and community. I imagine they are familiar to you?

[But he is angry. He leans back against his chair and rests his hands on the armrest; flattens his already muted expression and twitches his lips. He's bookish and gangly, and wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and his clothes are cut wrong.]

[Okay, not an innocent joke then. She's glad that she's not able to hear inside his head from here, because usually when people start pulling out these kinds of jabs there's some nastiness sitting there behind it.

Her response is sunny in the way that she usually gets when she's got to deal with Some Kinda Nonsense™. Tight smile, bright eyes, ignoring the implications of his words for all the world. It's not the most elegant defense mechanism, but it's worked for her most of her life.]

Sorry, not really. I wasn't really all for extracurriculars when I was in high school.

[Namely, even if she had tried out, there was no way she'd be allowed on the team. And honestly she'd probably have gotten distracted by the insides of everyone elses' head and dropped someone.]

[Again, the briefest flicker of annoyance on his face. He can only imagine how amusing it will be to watch her southern persona shatter. Well, he'd shattered his own so he knew it wasn't so painful. But it will have to wait.]

Parents kept you at home, then?

My gran was fine with it, I just didn't have much cause to.

[She shrugs, the perfect picture of friendliness, but she feels herself getting tenser by the minute. She just doesn't need this right now, and god she wishes Sam would get here faster.]

Why do you ask>

[Oh. Oh. Her grandmother.

Well then. Doesn't that make everything peachy?]

Curiosity. But also necessity. You asked about churches, and now I know more about you I can make a proper recommendation.

[He texts her the address of a church in Miami; neglecting to mention it's served as a front for the devil. He might also have left out the Morning Star part.]

I've attended in the past. It's not Methodist, but I found it incredibly warm and welcoming.

Mmm hmm.

[She doesn't believe him, but she doesn't let it show. Still smiling that tight smile, still sweet. Her cheeks hurt a little.]

Thank you. It's, ah, it's a bit far away but the next time I'm in Florida I'll look into it.

[And it's really not a lie, but she's not sure that Florida's going to be in her plans any time soon.

[He smiles again; a calm, polite expression that doesn't hurt his cheeks or make him feel like something inside him is going to snap.]

That's your prerogative. Good luck with settling in.

Thank you so much. People have been so helpful already, I'm sure I'll have an easy time of it.

[Except for a few, she wants to say.]

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