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- find a clan / group for this girl
- fix up tags
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]get this beautiful child active!! (tm)
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The female had tried to formulate a game plan. She was separated from the rest of her group, assuming they were still alive, so she had been driven to request to join this group simply in a bid for her own survival - from what she understood, most groups around here accepted outsiders. She was entirely that, not having resided anywhere prior to arriving here. The scent that clung to her was not that of any group or clan, but one that was likely completely unknown to creatures that hadn't been around walkers before. If one had paid close attention they might have noticed that patches of her fur were sticking together as the result of having been splattered by dark blood, now long since dried.
Rosita stared straight ahead, looking composed if a bit impatient through her body language - sometimes exhaling through her nose in a discontented manner or tapping her claws against the ground. "Hello?" she finally called out, this word nonetheless more beckoning than questioning. "This is the Pitt, right?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]name ; rosita espinosa xerses
gender ; female
species ; domestic feline
rank wanted ; harenamic erudite
backup rank ; fury
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]She was a tad bit taken aback by the individual who first arrived - an unusual, apparently sentient piece of technology bearing a constant smile. The girl didn't question this, merely furrowing her nonexistent brow as he spoke in a blithe manner and fortunately affirmed that she'd arrived at the right place. "Alright," she stated, shifting her weight from one paw to the other. What can I do for you, ma'am? "My name's Rosita, and I want to join your group." No beating around the bush with her; she was outright about her intentions and didn't bother with fluff and handholding. She let her gaze wander briefly to Havoc and linger for a moment before it returned to Yes Man, waiting for a response.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]She moved to stand a small distance away from the group to silently watch the flames with an impassive expression, them casting a flickering glow across her face in return. It had been a long time since she'd seen anything like this - life, frankly, wasn't a picnic and hadn't been for a good long time, with no room for such things as bonfires. She wondered whether these people even had an inkling of a clue about walkers and the extent to which they'd been irksome. The female opted not to speak - she just continued to watch.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]track!!
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]She agreed with his sentiments - the name was strange, especially considering the territory. It didn't seem like too rough a place, though. They seemed well prepared, with protective structures and a range of areas to explore - so in her opinion, never mind the name. She narrowed her eyes at the male as she approached, but not in a challenging or hostile manner. Rather, she was surveying him quietly. "Horizon," the apprentice aged female repeated for confirmation, inclining her head and trying to level her gaze with his. "Alright, welcome to the Pitt, then. If you need anything or want to be shown around, just holler."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The pair seemed to be sticking very close together - friends, maybe? Siblings? Rosita would make her way over in a few self-assured strides, turning her head to the left and exhaling a visible winter-kissed breath before returning the focus of her chocolate eyes to the pair - they both looked frightened to say the least, sparking a hint of concern in her. "Are you two alright?" would be her first query, this question the first one that crossed her mind. "Who are you, and do you have any business with the Pitt?"
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