Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150904075152/@comment-25924729-20150918065523

Though she was't paying, Laura tried not to be a pain to Azzie by picking out some cheaper clothing and trying it on. A while later, she emerged from the fitting room wearing a light pink cotton jacket over her blouse, and traded her skirt and leggings for denim jeans. She still wore her gun belt and weapon, though they were hidden by the jacket.

Her hair was the hardest detail to hide. Green dyed wasn't exactly a common fashion anywhere. She hoped the cap she chose would hide it.

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Vale stood faced two attackers, hissing at them to back off. They ignored the threat and attacked anyway, earning one of them a knife to the gut. His partner slashed with a gunblade. Vale dodged into the swing, clawed out his throat, spinned and slammed the opposite elbow into the man's chin.

She yelped in pain as the impact jolted her shoulder, covered in burns from the explosion earlier. The attacker's head went flying.

All her life, she never had any friends, only the Cult. She grew up with them, ate, slept, trained beside them. The Cult was the closest she had to a family, and every member, even lowly Whitecoats, were her brothers and sisters.

...They're attacking my family...

She stood alone, standing between the unknown gang and the masses of injured behind her, blocking off their attack with her own body. "I won't let you hurt them..." and she meant it.