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PE IS OFF TO GREET HER HENCHMAN

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'Boss, boss who?'

Money; money was falling out from under her cape as she padded forward. More so hopping, skipping maybe. Bouncing over to where she attempted to grab Americankit, and squeeze him with bone crushing force. "Meri! Don't you ever lag behind again! I was worried that you where beat up or something!" She was smiling like a goof again. "I mean~," She trailed off, squeezing him tighter now. "YOU RELY ON MY PROTECTION~!" She let go of him, giggling softly to herself, tipping her hat to him. She didn't really question why he lagged behind. She expected her henchman to explain himself without any prodding. He was the best at his job after all.

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I CAN IMAGINE PUBLIC BEING SCARED OUT OF HER WITS, AND LITERALLY NOT BEING AFRAID TO GO
"SIR U ARE F#CKING SCARING ME"

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She was the leader of a groub of much older thugs called the fight club. She had to act tough dammit!

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PUBLIC WILL FITE 4 AMERICA XD
'u just talk sh!t bout meri? I WILL cut u'
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:470px;text-align:justify]oh my god he's so bipolar though

like this is his speech pattern

"Hello sir, lovely to meet you - BURN IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL - and I certainly love - THE DRESS YOUR *ING SLUT MOM WAS WEARING - today !!"

"DONT YOU TRASH TALK MY MOMMY YOU BIPOLAR TRASH; SHE BAKES COOKIES THAT ARE WAY SWEETER THEN YOU."
"i want to try your MOMS SH!TTY ASS COOKIES"
"YOU DARE DISRISPECT ME?"
"cRY LITTLE GIRL"
"..."
"WELL?"
"...*whimper*"
"What are you-"
*CRYING*
"w-wait no im sorry YOU LITTLE B!TCH'
*GROSS SOBBING*
'N-NO WAIT'

psh
honey

all my ocs are jokes

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Public Enemy was an apprentice. She liked to act tough af. Though, she found herself biting her lip when she saw the wounds. She was pretty in tune with her emotions, so she was on the verge of tears. Thing is? Her idol taught her something. If you shed a tear? You have the f#cking strength to wipe it away.

"American, c'mon boy. You've seen bruised and bloody animals before right? Like, when i'm done beating them up?"

The small brown feline padded up, her cheery, bubbly demeanor unable to lighten the mood. "Hey! On the bright-side, you're scars will look totally cool~!" She refused to act like this bothered her! It botherrrred herrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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PUBLIC WHEN SHE SEE'S TANGLED DYING:

*sheds single tear* "Those scars will be so cool."

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'A gangster in school or other community, greatly respected or feared by other people. Makes a lot of trouble to teachers and such.'

The f#cking banchou

SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW IT YET
WHY SHE LONGS FOR COMPANIONSHIP SO MUCH

but once she gets it....thiings will get out of hand

mememe will happen

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Plus Americankit's faceclaim looks a lot like her actual brother

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nobody will find out XD

meanwhile i drop a small hint about P.E's backstory in her meet and greet; explaining why she's acting like such a gangster despite her bubbly and cheery demeanor

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"You're a no-star. You'll never amount to anything."

The apprentice was boxing with a tree, some sort of internal anger firing every punch with her bandaged paws. Memories. Unpleasant memories of her past.

"You don't understand! I can't go back to being poor!"

Something she was remembering, it was making her cringe. Eventually she was making dents in the overgrown tree, planted near the sidewalks. For being so young, she apparently had a lot of anger stored up, especially for someone who seemed so cheery all the time. Angry with herself, her choices. The choice that led her to beat her best, and only friend to the brink of death.

That one thought, it generated a punch so hard, the wood seemed to peel away from her paw, like magic. As if it was a thin plywood plank. Her determination was directly connected to her super strength. "I-I'll make it up to you one day..." Blood trickled down her paw, causing her to immediately recoil, as if she didn't just punch through that tree with the strength of a bullet. "Ryuko..." The name came out, quieter then a whisper.

Blood was unusual. She had pushed herself a little harder then usual. She put the paw back on the ground, ignoring the pain. She couldn't act weak, not now. She had something to prove. She needed redemption. "O-Oh! Hello everyone! My names P.E! Here calling a meet and greet!"

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"Pimpkins are a bit western, don't cha think?" The fae pulled out a carving knife, beginning as if the melon was a pumpkin.

She was creative like that. Or, maybe stupid.

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hELLA.

Mako would lift up the new member while she head the anchor over her head
'JOIN OUR CLUB. FIGHT CLUB. CALL ME P.E'

She'd then drop them, since when she loses focus, she loses power XD

'B!TCH THIS COULD BE US BUT U PLAYIN.'
E.P WOULD POINT TO MERI AND MAY, THEN POINT TO THE GUY SHE WAS HITTING ON, THEN PIMP SLAP HIM

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Great problem solving on her part.
"BACK ON YOUR FEET MERI. I WANT TO SEE YOUR WAR FACE AS YOU CARVE THIS GODDAMN PUMPKIN. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!"

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