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    Yuri drove down a nice and rich road, listening to classical music the entire time. Every few minuets he would get out and throw a molotav at a house, setting it on fire and laughing. he just kept driving until he came across a man. "Hey there! you got a ride?"

    Name:Richie Harem
    Age:18
    Gender:Female
    Appearance(Good description OR picture is ok):[img width=255 height=510]http://i1182.photobucket.com/a…ubblesCj13/-Emo-Girl-.jpg[/img]
    Personality:Richie is very outgoing and sweet. Richie plays hard-to-get around boys. She loves little kids and she makes friends everywhere she goes.
    Weapons(?):Pistol, Dagger, and a Katana
    History(Optional):Private
    Anything Else I Should Know?:She has ADHD.
    Other:Nukes

    Accepted! Yay for ADHD! My brother has horrible ADHD, and I have OCD. ;3
    IC}


    Brooke had made it away from the neighborhood without incident. The unnatural heat was taking its toll, but she didn't want to open her last water bottle. Not yet. She strode down the middle of the street, her half-full backpack slung over her shoulder.

    Yuri looked at the guy he had offered a ride and then realised that he could be bad. He just slammed on the gas and drove untill he came across some girl in the road. he honked and yelled "Hi!" while adjusting his tie

    Richie walked alone in her old neighborhood. A black ski mask covered her whole head, even her hair. The only things you could see on her face were her eyes and mouth. She wore a white tank top underneath a black hoodie and some skinny jeans. She tried to keep as much radiation off of her skin as she could, even if it meant being extremely hot. Richie twiddled with her fingers not paying much attention to her surroundings.

    OOC: Thanks to my OCD I'm a neat freak, and everything has to be organized by color and size.
    Ic:


    Holy shit, Brooke cursed mentally. She had freaked when the car rolled up, and nearly had a heart attack when the horn blared. While she tried to slow her racing heart, she managed a nervous smile. "Uh, hello." The words came out cracked; damn she needed that water.... But she wouldn't turn her back on this guy. As she thought, her right hand instinctively inched closer to her gun, wedged in her back pocket.

    "You thirsty?" He yelled while throwing you a bottle of water. "And do ya need a ride?"

    OOC: Those colors must be organized! XP
    IC:


    I barely managed to catch the water bottle, my arms flailing as I tossed it around before finally grabbing it. After that I self-consciously adjusted the slightly torn black t-shirt I had on and stared down at the pair of semi-new khakis I had... stolen, and the worn tennis shoes I had also stolen. My thoughts raced; the 'stranger danger' rule still applied, right? Even after nuclear warfare? I looked back up at the guy, still extremely nervous. "Uh, I don't know."

    "Well you look like you need a ride... and some new clothes" he chuckled while taking a swig of whiskey. "You have a gun?" he asked while throwing some ammo at her. "Because no one adjusts the back of their pants infront of a stranger.

    Did I need a ride? I didn't have any kind of destination in mind. I was just trying to survive. "Who doesn't have some kind of weapon?" I replied, kneeling down to inspect the ammo now laying at my feet.

    "Well I'm trying to gather a company of people." I say while adjusting my brass knuckles. "So you gonna get in or not?

    I swallowed and zipped up my backpack after putting the ammo and water bottle inside. "Yes, I will." My instincts were screaming at me, but if he tried anything, I had a gun. I walked up to the car.

    Richie's dagger and pistol were in her backpack, but as always her katana was at her side. Richie decided to sit and rest for awhile. Richie spaced out while staring at a dead cat.

    Yuri turned his radio up a notch and leaned back so he could clear the water and food off of the seat. "Just take a seat and wach for knifes."

    I merely nodded, opening the door and climbing onto the seat. Somewhat reluctantly, I closed the door. After clearing off the seat very well, of course. I shrugged out of my backpack and set it on my lap. "Thank you. For the ride. And the water." I said quietly.

    Richie shook her head and stood up. She spotted a drinking fountain, it probably didn't work but she might as well try. Richie pushed the button. Nothing. She sighed to herself.