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The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Anita shockingly remembered the puff of Cait's joint she took. "Oh, sorry about that mister, thanks for the warning" She quickly belted out as she clapped her hands together and added a slight bow as a form of apology. "Great, a town with a power hungry dick...tator, fantastic." She said. After the man left, she slumped back into the seat while overhearing the conversations from both the man and Vincent. She had heard him say something about his son being in prison for a crime he didn't commit, and while she felt sorry for him, she couldn't risk helping unless it was absolutely necessary, so she turned back to the group.

"I mean, it's either Mexico, or maybe Belize. I wouldn't recommend Guatemala, or Honduras. What about Jamaica?" She asked. Adding to Cait's input, she had a point. They weren't getting anywhere without money, especially if they were planning to flee the country. She bellowed a sigh as she leaned forward and folded her arms on the table. "You're right Cait, unfortunately, and with flight prices, we're gonna need a lot of it. Well, any ideas?" she asked. Her question would be answered when Vincent mentioned an underground fighting tournament, which was met with slight alertness.

"Or, or, we find a way that doesn't involve injuries. The last thing we need is for someone to get seriously hurt to the point where we need to scrounge up....ingredients for special purposes" Anita made sure to whisper that last part as she scanned the room attempting to avoid suspicion. While she was sure Vincent could handle himself in a fight, more so than anyone else here, having someone get hurt would mean having to stay in one town longer than they needed to. Hospital bills were expensive, and getting ingredients for a healing potion meant getting certain things that may or may not be available depending on the time of year, or season, or month, or even the time of day. "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can win, but on the off chance that you don't, we can't afford a hospital stay, and other methods of treatment may, or may not be available"

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getting a post up soon, been busy with work

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was gonna wait, but I just went ahead and posted to keep it going

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Anita had followed Cait and Cleo in and had spotted where Vincent, Cait, and Cleome were posted up. As the man took what she could only assume was his order and placed down a few more menus, she strolled over to the booth and took a seat after Cait "Like you'd get anywhere without us" She teased with a big smile aimed his way. Overhearing Cait and Vincent's comments on getting out of the country as she took her seat and looking over the menu to decide on what she wanted, the memories of her life in Canada that led to her traveling with them came flooding in.

"And how are doing today ma'am, what'll ya have" the man asked her as she snapped back to reality and was met with a loud growl that emanated from her stomach. "Uh, I'll have the burger as well. Oh, and a slice of pie with a soda" She mentioned as she handed the menu back and watched him take her order. "If we're heading out of the country, I'd highly suggest sitting Canada out". While it would be nice to find a place where they didn't have to look over their shoulders, getting out of the county would be hard enough, still it would be nice. She could find a way to send for her coven mates, even find a new place for them to set up. "I hear Europe is really nice this time of year though, oh, but I've always wanted to go to Japan"

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Anita hopped out of the front seat and stretched as she looked around "Nothing for miles" she muttered to herself. Coming from the outskirts of a small town in the British Colombia province, she can't say she missed it. Small towns means the same people, the same places, and the same events day in and day out, to say small towns were boring was putting it mildly. This place was different, for starters, it was smaller than the other towns she had been in, even her own. Anita wandered around to the side of the truck where the others were while they waited on Vincent "Welp, if you gotta go, now's the time. I'm gonna see what I can do about scoring a shower, while vincent gets someone to look at the truck" She took a whiff of the clothing she had on after mentioning getting clean and was met with an unpleasant stentch "Ugh, I'll see about finding a laundromat too"

She took in the sights around the gas station and was greeted with a few small businesses, a school, police station, and some other places before she was struck with a familiar feeling. Her stomach growled loud enough to where it could be heard "Okay, maybe cleaning can wait, I'm gonna go see about that diner"

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I'm not in the discord anymore, but I say the more the merrier

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pretty sure it is, although that's up to the GM

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Anita pushed her body out of the window and sat on the edge of the window seal on the opposite side of Cait as she grabbed the joint and took a few drags off of it before handing it back to her vehicle mate. Anita had never been a smoker especially when it came to weed, but, it would have been rude not to at least try. If there was one thing Anita knew about Cait in their short time together, it was that Cait loved Skateboarding and she loved that board. Anita could still remember the look on her face when she damaged her board, and while she did her best to comfort her friend, it did nothing to diminish that sad look on her face that day.

"Unfortunately, we'd be lucky if they had a mechanic Cait, I doubt they've even heard the word skateboard," She tried her best to mutter in between coughs from the smoke caught in her lungs. To say they were in the middle of nowhere was an understatement and in Arkansas no less. Growing up in Canada, she knew almost nothing of America, especially the midwest. Her first time here and she thought there would be more corn....That's what the American Midwest was known for right? Corn? "Hey, we're supposed to be in the midwest right? what happened to all the corn farms...and like...broken down pickup trucks?" If it wasn't clear to everyone Anita knew virtually nothing about America, it was clear now.

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Anita, groggy and sweaty from a nap, sat up in the front seat of the truck after hearing Vincent's bellowing about stopping in the next town.
She extended her arms out in front of the windshield and then over her head as far as she could before hitting the ceiling. It had been what seemed like ages since they stopped "Finally, I need a shower, and while we're here, you get around to fixing the AC Vince." The AC had always been broken, and everyone had more or less gotten used to not having it, but driving down the interstate in the middle of a desert with nothing but hot air for breeze really makes a person yearn for air conditioning. "Where are we going anyway Mr. executive driver?"

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Anita Walsman

Name: Anita Walsman

Age: 21

Gender(or lack thereof): Female

What Makes You A Misfit?: She is one of many witches on the run wanted from the government. While witch is sort of an umbrella term, she actually belonged to a coven. The coven wasn't evil, more along the lines of neutral good, but the government's knowledge of witches is archaic to say the least. Her coven was discovered and raided, yet she along with a few others escaped. Luckily she wasn't processed and remains anonymous.
What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:

Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):

My Hider

Rebecca has long brown hair which she keeps in a messy ponytail and she has green eyes and slim facial features. She stands at around 5'7 and weighs 135 lbs with a slim build. Her most notable feature is the full sleeve tattoo she has on her left arm which she uses to be identified by the other members of her coven (They use full sleeve tattoos to identify each other). Her choice of clothing consists of black skinny jeans with the typical rips in them for fashion, a white shirt that hangs down at the front and back with cuts at the sides and off the shoulder sleeves. She wears a blue croptop vest and red and white hightop sneakers along with a few accessories which include a choker, a necklace, and two bracelets.

Personality: Having no family of her own save the coven she belonged to, Rebecca can be classified as the big sister of the group. If she considers someone a part of her inner circle she takes care of them, that being said, she not overbearing. She will check in on you if one of her friends is feeling down and needs an ear to vent, she's there. Having a big sister also means that no one is allowed to mess with what she considers her family except her, which means expect a little bit of teasing every now and then. What's that? You're older? Tough, she's the big sister.

Skills/Abilities: Having knowledge of herbalism has given her a little medical knowledge. She won't be able to perform brain surgery, or any surgery for that matter, but she can pop a bone back into place and keep injuries from getting infected. She has some form of street smarts, at least enough to know how to not make herself a target or bring any suspicion to her

Powers/Magic: Being a witch, Rebecca has access to many magical abilities including but not limited to spellcasting, herbalism, and magical channeling,

Spellcasting: She is able to cast spells by using the mystic forces of the supernatural world allowing her to invoke specific magical effects and phenomenons. These effects are guided and governed by meticulously structured formulae that produces a diverse array of expressions that can mystically effect her reality by channeling mystical energies in a myriad of ways that she bring these formulae to life. Once cast, she can use these spells in a myriad of ways such as offensive spells, defensive spells, supportive spells, and other ways.

Herbalism - potion creation: She is able to create potions with various magical effects. Physical and mental enhancements, bewitchment, curatives, shapeshifting, and other effects. She can create these potions in the form of liquids, candy, powders, and even pills, however, she cannot just create these potions at will. Making such concoctions require certain ingredients as well as time. As far as time is concerned, the bigger the effect, the more time it takes to create. On the ingredient side, she requires certain items that may or may not be available at that time, and certain items that would not be available through normal means.

Magic channeling: She is able to channel and harness external and internal magical energy and use it for a variety of purposes. such as teleportation and other means. She uses herself as a conduit for said magical energy to pass through although it takes time and complete concentration for her to use.

Backstory(Optional):
RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts): Being on the run from the government was harder than she expected. She narrowly escaped the last few encounters she had with their agents, and if it wasn't for learning how to blend in from Anya, she would have been caught a long time ago. It didn't last long in her first few months on the run. Whenever it seemed like she was a step ahead, they easily caught up to her, and to make matters worse, she lost contact with Ally, Jess, and Zara. Things were not in her favor, and the only thing she had going for her was that she hadn't encountered her pursuers in months.

She walked the streets, tired and wandering aimlessly as she reached the motel she had been staying at. Opening the door, she flopped down face first on the bed. Everything was a mess, she lost the only family she had ever known, she was on the run for the crime of existing, and now, she was had no way of getting out of this city save risking hitchhiking. All these thoughts swirled in her head as she tried to sleep, but to no avail. It would take half the night before she drifted off to sleep.

The sun beamed into the room and hit her eyes which she met with a wince as she opened her eyes and saw what time it was. "11:00, great, half the day, gone" she thought to herself. She forced herself up from the bed and smelled herself and was not pleased with what passed her nostrils. After half an hour of washing and another half hour scrounging up whatever meal she could find, she would find herself back on the street.