DANCING IN THE DESERT, BLOWING UP THE SUNSHINE |PRIVATE| TIBERIUS

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    Public Enemy wasn't dressed up in her usual fighting uniform. She wasn't wearing anything but the collar of her uniform, the little blue bow. Now leather jacket, or hat that screamed 'THE THUG LIFE CHOSE ME.'


    This was the first time she'd been like this since coming here. Same proud stance, positive happy and bubbly demeanor. Yet, it lacked the hostility. The defensiveness, the fear invoking vibe. Her soft brown optics trailed over one of the stores, an old blockbuster. Sneezing from the layers of dust on the inside, she began to look for a good movie. 300 maybe. She was in that mood today.

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    The youthful canine had become curious and decided to explore around Colouredclan's claimed territory. He had the urge to... make something, as he stepped into an abandoned grocery store. He sniffed around, gathering the different scents and such. He found himself in an aisle where packets of tea were spilled across the floor, and he snatched a few up and padded around to find a pitcher to put some water in. How would he heat it up? Eh... he'd need to create a fire somehow so he can enjoy some tea. He quickly grabbed some sugar to sweeten it and headed out. He set the items down and gazed around, wondering where he could get fire wood or sticks or some dried moss.


    Blinking, the German Shepherd caught a familiar scent. Uh... what was he name? Darn it. He began to follow her trail into an old blockbuster, spotting the female with a smile spreading across his muzzle. "Hey, there. Uh... I'm sorry, I don't think I've caught yer name. May I have it, sugar?"


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Sugar? Her gaze moved forward to meet with Tiberius. "Public Enemy." If she was usually fire, then at the moment...she was wood. Though, it seemed the company lit a little spark inside of her. He'd simply caught her off guard was all. He'd caught her half way through a casual stroll through town. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Her uniform was back on the moment the spark ignited inside of her, the same boundless energy she was lacking a few seconds again.


    Tipping her Banchou hat to him, a cocky winning smile was on her face."Going to be watching some GORE! Getting ready for my fight tommorow."


    What did she do to prepare for fights? Stuff her face with junk food, and watch a movie. Fights never fazed her. The only fight that would ever affect her would be the ones the brought her friends into.


    "The hell is a wall flower like you doin' downtown?" That was P.E for you, the kind of cat that could go from innocent and cutsy apprentice, to an intimating as hell and smol af gangster in less then five seconds.

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