Smudge's Flock! Use form or jump in!

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  • Alex shrugged. "Sorry I'm not really good with wounds and whatnot. I usually don't get hurt" she said causually.

  • Name: Poppy
    Age: 6
    Gender: Female
    Appearance: [url=http://data.whicdn.com/images/9195259/girl,kids,cute,little,girl,pink,dress,sweet-f300c0f22be8986509a4a5b9ec621740_h_large.jpg]http://data.whicdn.com/images/…4a5b9ec621740_h_large.jpg[/url]
    Family/friends/crush: None/ Looking for a flock/ None
    History (?): Poppy's parents died, her mom in childbirth and her father of a heart attack. After a yer at the orphanage, the School took her.
    Personality: She is very smart and tougher than you average six year old. She might look sweet, and she is, but she's also a real fighter. Poppy is always looking for a way to help.
    Other: Her senses are very good (like, Ratchet good).

  • "Why? In my opinion, i would let him die. He's annoying." Alex said shrugging. "Besides what's really going to be in there that can help him?"

  • Smudge moved her hair out of her eyes. "Aw, come on! There's loads of stuff. We could get away with disinfectant and some rolls of bandages."

  • "And one crack in a window will help us how?" Alex replied, sarcastically.

  • Smudge walked backwards a few paces and ran, jumped and kicked the window. It shattered, leaving Smudge smiling. "Like that!" she laughed.

  • "And maybe there's people in it with weapons? Yes, no? Well, you just found out." Alex said, matter-of-factly. "Let's go marching in somewhere, as mutant freaks and get bandages, just to get hurt in the process." She said in a funny voice.

  • Poppy was listening in on their conversation from a bench across the street she walked over to them. "There's no one in there."

  • Poppy stood on her toes. "We should probably get out of here. Whitecoat bots will be here in about three minutes."

  • Atom raised a brow "and your not?" He asked suspiciously, he turned to call into the window "hurry up,I'm bleeding out over here!"