Chloe Price

[The video clicks on to reveal another of the network's newest members, the blue-haired, punk rock teen that is Chloe Price. She's sitting somewhere outside, a balcony maybe, and [eople who know Sarah Manning will recognize it as the balcony outside of her apartment. She's straddling the back of a chair, arms folded across it, showing off the sleeve tattoo on her arm. There's a lit cigarette dangling from between two fingers, and it bounces as her hand moves nervously, eyes studying the screen to try and figure out if it's working. The communicator is sitting on the table in front of her, and the blue-haired teen reaches out to give it a poke.]

I guess this thing is on. Okay.

Yo.

[She gives a two-finger wave with her cigarette.]

Name's Chloe, I'm new, just got...sucked up into this weird-ass fuckin' world like the rest of you. Guess it's cool enough so far? Aside from the cold war and Russian kidnappings? Don't really get all that but whatever. Glad I missed it. Let's see, what else. I like long walks on the beach, bad movies and punk rock music.

[She smirks.]

That's what this thing is for right? 'Getting to know our fellow imports?' Man, whatever.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Okay, so, social media bullshit out of the way. [She takes a drag on her cigarette then flicks it away, reaching out to scoop up her cell-phone from home and holding it up to the camera.]

Anyone know how to get my pictures and shit off this and onto this. [She taps the phone then points at the communicator.]

I don't have a laptop or anything to do a normal file swap and I kiiiiiinda don't wanna lose my stuff when the battery on this thing craps out. Probably not gonna get a lot of chances for pictures from home, right?

Anyway, that's it. Hit me up if you want, I got allllll the time in the world, right?

[She reaches out to scoop up the communicator, but stops right before shutting it off.]

Oh! And if anybody needs a tattoo or a piercing, I'm your girl. Place actually gave me a kinda kick-ass job. Later.

[And...click.]