WALK AWAY AS THE DOOR SLAMS | joining

[michael t.]

Before he had been captured and tortured, Michael had never thought he would join a group either. As far as he was concerned, he and Trevor were enough of a hassle to keep track of and alive, and that was only the pair of them. The thought of possibly getting attached to a whole group? It had been petrifying to the bobcat, who had tried so hard since his childhood to not care for anyone but himself. But then his damn emotions had gotten in the way, of course. He had gotten too attached to his traveling companion, sacrificed himself for the idiot, and then ended up in the Pitt. Even then, the fugitive had considered his stint in the desert dwelling group just a temporary gig. Just long enough to get himself back on his feet, so he could go back to his old life. However, then he had met Roxie, and she had brought him here, and he had gotten attached once again, only this time to a sister... needless to say, Michael was a very poor example of listening to your own advice. He even knew full well that this would probably all blow up in his face one day, when he lost everybody around him he had come to consider friends. Yet still, it didn't stop him. He really must've been losing his mind.

The thief had come to make visiting the border at least once a day a bit of a habit, at least ever since the Kaito incident. He didn't want anymore assholes thinking they could steal from him coming in, and it seemed only natural that they would sneak over the border – even though he had seen a fair few creatures now emerge from the sea. Regardless, Michael felt a bit more safe knowing what could possibly be out there, so after he had pulled on his jewelry and bid goodbye to Trevor, the dark furred bobcat made his way out and towards the very clear line in the sand that separated Typhoon from loner territory. Upon seeing a fox at the border, the fugitive felt a bit hesitant, fully aware of just how many within the Pitt were foxes. He shook it off quickly, however, not wishing to stereotype based on species. Just because a great deal of Pittians were foxes didn't mean every fox was a Pittian, right? With this in mind, Michael padded up in front of Valery, sitting down and glancing at the other over his aviators, mismatched blue eyes gleaming with curiosity, "Hey there, you're new... can you tell me your name, and why you're here?" He didn't smell of any of the other groups, yet he had actually stopped at the border... he had to be interested in joining, at least in Michael's mind.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]