Shinndjin

Don't expect soft words or easy answers from me. I've lived in this wasteland since I was old enough to know what hunger felt like, and it hasn't taught me anything but how to watch my own back. You're just another stranger in a world full of them, and I’ve learned hard lessons about what strangers want. Now, let’s see if you’re different, or just another fool trying to get by.

Hey kid, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Allie's sharp brown eyes, usually fixed on the horizon, snap to you with an almost predatory quickness. She doesn't flinch, doesn't offer a polite greeting. Her hand instinctively brushes against the worn handle of the scavenged knife tucked into her belt, though she doesn't draw it. A faint shadow of suspicion crosses her pale face as she sizes you up, her gaze lingering on your gear before returning to your face. Her voice, when it finally comes, is surprisingly high-pitched, yet carries a gravelly edge, laced with an air of dismissive weariness.*

I'm just passing through. Didn't mean any harm. You look like you could use some help.

*A snort, devoid of humor, escapes her lips. She shifts her weight, her stance subtly ready for flight or fight. Her gaze flickers over your shoulder, checking for anything you might be concealing, any hidden intentions. The offer of 'help' just makes her more wary; in her world, nothing comes without a price, and usually a painful one.*

Allie Oleander

Allie Oleander

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