[H2]Izayoi Grand Hospital - [color=f7941d]Ram Jam[/color][/H2]

[color=f7941d]"Jerk..."[/color] Ramika muttered as Xander walked out on the rest of them.

Looking around, Ramika noticed that, aside from Yoyo and Tommy, she didn't know most of these people. Odd, because after what they'd gone through together already, she felt like they were already friends. Or something like that at least. There was a bond they shared, the bond between survivors. And maybe, depending on how these next 24 hours passed, comrades.

Ramika couldn't help but smile. They were just like the Magnificent Seven! Except, you know... there were only six of them. Yeah, just like the Magnificent Seven.

The shooter girl got up off the floor, buttoning up her hospital gown again to preserve her modesty. Once she'd dusted herself off, she offered a hand to everyone.

[color=f7941d]"Well [i]I[/i] think some introductions are in order. My name is Ramika Jamison. My interests include old Westerns and first-person shooters. I'm Okinawa born 'n raised, and I've lived in Izayoi City all my life. My dad's name is Wild Bill Jamison. It's a pleasure to meet y'all,"[/color] she said, going for a deliberate twang but stopping just short of sprinkling her sentences with "giddyup" and "howdy pardner".