[@Demonic Angel]

Rose narrowed her eyes at the man before her. She climbed down from the tree and cocked her head at him, looking at him like she could see into his soul.
[color=a187be]"Why ask? You don't give a shit," [/color]she said, signing at the same time, her voice sounding like she was talking with cotton balls in her mouth. Such was what a deaf person sounded like when they tried to talk. Well at least one that had been formerly hearing. The deaf-born just grunted and made noises when they tried to voice.
Whenever she spoke she also signed. It was distracting for some people but it made for interesting observations in how they reacted. She waited for either the man or the woman to threaten her to get away from them or just leave all together.

Rose put her tire thumper up on her shoulder, just to show that she had a weapon.
[color=a187be]"Your face is fake. You need practice,"[/color] she informed him, keeping her distance. She wasn't about to give them the chance to run her off with rocks. That last group had used rocks and they had hurt like a sumbitch.

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[@Wick] Gracie started to whine and Kat knew that meant "feed me Seymour". Going downstairs she started for the kitchen, but couldn't bring herself to go in. Thinking about Jenna... it was still painful.

Instead she set out to find Matt. He was in the gym pounding the guts out of a punching bag.
[color=6ecff6]"I take it the meeting didn't go well,"[/color] she commented.
[color=f49ac2]"Dadada!"[/color] Gracie squealed and giggled, reaching for him with her fingers grasping the air.
[color=6ecff6]"Come on sailor. Lay off the poor innocent bag and take two ladies to dinner. I doubt you'll get a better offer,"[/color] Kat said, hoping that food and Gracie's cuteness would be enough to get Matt out of this foul mood.