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Rocket shifted awkwardly on her feet, suddenly feeling a lot more self conscience about her tremors. She expected to be outright rejected, a lot of the more put together groups didn't accept anyone with any sort of addiction, not like she was addicted to hydra or anything. She had convinced herself she was just feeling the symptoms of not using hydra for a long time, but there was no way she was addicted. Rocket couldn't help but feel like the man with the sunglasses was looking her over, no doubt seeing what was wrong with her. But instead of laughing her off she saw his expression change. He looked sympathetic. Under normal circumstances she would punch the guy in the nose for trying to play the sympathy card, but for some reason she felt like she needed this job.

And once he took off the sunglasses she looked away, feeling nervous under his sharp gaze. She twiddled her thumbs, feeling the need to move her hands. He motioned for her to sit down and after a few moments of deliberation she accepted the chair across the table from him. And then he ordered a water, perhaps for her. She considered offering him a thank you, but found the words got stuck in her throat. And he asked for her name. She struggled to speak for a moment and then coughed.

"Uh Ro-" she stopped herself, the guy didn't want to hear her silly nickname. If he was to be an employer she had to have some sort of a professional look. "Uh...I'm Alex."

Oh man he asked her about what she had been doing before. She couldn't just tell a stranger that she was once a member of an illegal fighting ring, but she had no idea how to word it to make it sound better.

"Um...I've uh...done a lot of fighting..." She lifted up her wrapped knuckles. "I punched a lot of things..." She looked like she was struggling. "And I...uh...figured I could do some more productive fighting..."
Rocket looked up at the board, which looked like a place that someone would have posted upcoming events in town if there was still events and town organization to utilize such a system. Rocket hadn't been in this particular town for very long, she had been spending her time digging through junk and dead wastelanders, trying to find enough to buy herself another dose of hydra. It took awhile, but she finally thought she had enough, now the problem of finding a seller came along. She had heard from a passing ranger that Mexico City was full of crime and grime, as if he was trying to deter the girl from going there. And while looking for a seller she had come across this message board. She attempted to read one of the pieces of paper, but the wind and sun in her eyes as well as the side effects of withdrawal was making it hard to focus on the flapping piece of paper.

With a growl she grabbed one of the notices, tearing it down with enough force to also tear out a chunk of the dried cork that supported the board. Rocket took a deep breath, trying to steady her skating hands long enough to read what the message even said. A mercenary group? And then something about getting caps and food and family or something. That sounded like something she could get into, she missed fighting. She held the paper in her trembling hands. She was told to meet at the Swooning Cazador, which she thought was a stupid name. Cazadors don't swoon. Regardless she navigated herself there, only getting lost a handful of times.

She stood outside the building, internally commenting on how broken down it looked, and then looked to the paper in her hands. This was the place. She walked through the flap of cloth which attempted to pass as a door. Going from the bright of the wastes to the dark interior of the bar gave Rocket a headache, her vision swimming for a moment before she could adjust. It had been too long since she last had a hydra, and she was feeling it. The worst part was her lack of endurance, which might hinder her ability to get into the mercenary group. Regardless she scanned the patrons of the bar, it didn't take long to find this Jacobson person. He was sitting by himself with a stack of similar papers.

Taking another deep breath, hoping to steady her shaking hands, Rocket made her way over to Jacobson. She swallowed, she felt herself breaking out into a cold sweat, but regardless tried to keep herself together.

"You're...uh...Jacobson right? I'm...uh...here to apply."
I'm still here as well. I just figured I would wait until a break in the action to throw Alex at you guys
Man Len, keep up that language and Alex is going to be learning swears.

(she thinks len is so cool already)
Okay, I gave my girl a knife

I had posted interest in this thread a while back, but never got around to posting again because I got busy. Do you guys have room for one more?
Alex had kept herself hidden, following after the group of three survivors until they entered the grain silo. She watched in silence as the three made their way up the ladder. The girl shivered again, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. It had begun to rain again, which was nice because it masked her footsteps, but she was terribly cold. She made her way into the silo, not yet climbing the ladder herself. She listened to their conversation, briefly questioning why she hadn't left. Maybe she wanted to find herself a group, but knew her social skills and stubbornness wouldn't let her admit defeat.

And yet it was nice to be out of the rain. The bottom floor of the silo was damp and smelly, and Alex knew it would have been dryer in the upper levels, and yet she settled herself down onto the ground. And like a dog begging for table scraps Alex hoped they would accidentally drop crumbs off their ladder and into her lap.

She shivered again, her gnawing stomach making it hard to focus on anything other then food. She was have to wait until the weather got nicer, as well as the sun came up, to try and find her next meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a new voice, approaching the silo. Alex backed herself into the farthest edge of the silo, blending well into the dark corner. She held her breath as the man climbed up the ladder, cross bow in hand. She tried to control her breathing as she listened to the man threaten them.

She hugged her combat knife to her chest, like a child holding a doll, and waited for the danger to pass.
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Great to know you are still here--just in future, if you can, try to let us know you won't be able to post--that way we won't assume you just dropped out or lost interest! thanks :)


Heh...yeah sorry about that. I thought I would have time to inform you guys but then I was without Internet.
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