just doin' my time, from 9 to 5.

[Maserati de le Poer]

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This is for Corona, Gabe, and/or Ryan. Since there's the potential for a fair number of people, I'm gonna say no posting order necessary, jump in/leave whenever, short posts fine, etc. We can have one on one follow up threads later if anyone's interested or something. :o ----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red Maserati had a more active imagination than she gave herself credit for. As she stared at the forlorn piked skulls, images flashed before her eyes of brutal men tearing down others, severing their heads, and putting them up on display as they rotted. Nice, she thought to herself, sighing as she called to Charger. If these folks were willing to do those things to their brethren, she could only imagine the raccoon getting snapped apart in one bite--this image was even more horrifying than the previous ones. At least she could always run away herself if things got too sticky, but with her companion she was slightly concerned. The marked girl took her time calming her nerves before she let out a call. It was brief, addressed nondescriptly toward the leadership, and light and polite in tone. As soon as the call was out, she crouched down instantly to the ground, ears back, as if her mere voice might induce flying grenades, shrapnel, and a barrage of bullets. Part of her was also irritated--what grown male sent his daughter into the ghetto just to pass along a message? Pfft! Trying to stay open minded, she huddled submissively over Charger on the fringes of the territory as she waited. Despite herself, she was more than a little curious to finally meet these hybrids. Anselm's news seemed basic enough to her; perhaps by gauging their reactions she'd gain a little more insight regarding her otherwise mysterious father.

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