DON’T MEAN TO BRAG | open, visitor

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THEY ASKED FOR IT

SHE WORKED HER WAY THROUGH A CHEAP PACK OF CIGARETTES, HARD LIQUOR MIXED WITH A BIT OF INTELLECT. AND ALL THE BOYS, THEY WERE SAYING THEY WERE INTO IT. SUCH A PRETTY FACE, ON A PRETTY NECK, SHE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY

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Barbara had found herself growing tired of the Pitt in recent days. Nothing against them, but there just wasn’t much new going on, and she’d begun to drift even more than she already had, almost entirely out of the loop of... well, everything. It was a pretty cool place, to be perfectly honest, but it didn’t quite suit her entertainment needs, so she figured she’d have to make her own. After deciding it was in her best interest to check out somewhere new, perhaps to join, perhaps just to explore a bit, she’d set off, wandering aimlessly until she came across the border of the Ascendants.  After her time out here with animal groups, she’d grown accustomed to the scent lines that typically marked their borders, but unlike many others, they held very little meaning to her. Disregarding the evident borderline, Barb continued onward, calling,  ”Hey, anyone out here? The name’s Barbara- I’m looking for somewhere to stay, I guess.” Might as well get that out of the way before everyone showed up and started bombarding her with questions. Then, they could get to the more important things, like... shit, she’d forgotten- ”Oh, and where am I, by the way?” the fair molly added on, voice carrying over the sloping landscape before her.