[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b][ Fleetwood Subway Station ][/b]
[@Polaris North] & [@Ghost Shadow]

Frankie didn’t mind so much the company of the two [i]not-so-strange-anymore[/i] men as they both seemed to be settling in while everyone continued to wait, and wait some more. Even as she gazed blankly at the two, while maintaining a half-smile just to show that she was still engaged somehow in the sporadic conversation, Frankie knew she had to move soon. In fact, it took the girl some time to realize that her heavy eyelids and and occasionally uncontrollable yawning wasn’t so much due to a few nights of relatively terrible sleep, but rather the fact that sitting around waiting for a guy who hasn’t even shown up to tell us what to do was, in a word... 

“Bor-ing.”

Frankie caught herself mumbling as she stared blankly for a moment, evening darting her eyes from one end of the dark tunnel to the other just to keep her mind occupied. The girl spend a good part of her life “always on", constantly moving just to keep up with the hectic pace of her community and chosen trade. Born and raised amongst scavengers, builders, scientists, farmers, and a myriad of other professions kept things moving along at a pretty good speed, especially for one who thrived on keeping herself occupied. And if things began to slow, she would sometimes find her hands fidgeting just because they needed something to do. Was there a wound that needed mending? Perhaps a tonic she could mix after gathering the right ingredients? There was also something to do no matter what day of the week it was. Good medics were hard to come by in many parts of the wasteland, and those that were sought out either didn't survive or just moved on to somewhere else. However, Frankie had a gift and -while she wasn't one to boast- really knew her shit to the point where she'd quite literally pushed other more seasoned medical professionals out the door due to their indecisiveness. Sure, she was young, but she also wasn't afraid to take the chances needed if it meant saving another life before their own clock ran out. And while she may not be the best when it came to proper bedside manner, or simply socializing for the sake of socializing, she was also well aware that life sucked for a lot of people, and if her skills could be put to good use to make it suck even less, then she was doing her job. 

[i]Regardless, she was still bored…[/i]

And as if the walls could read her thoughts, there was movement out near the administrative booth and out came an older man who eventually addressed everyone present. Frankie, for one, was excited, as she stood to her feet, her mind finally poised for an adventure that would allow her to see things that she otherwise would probably never have seen in her lifetime. Of course many questions ran through her mind even as the caretaker continued to speak, and of course, the young girl only caught about half of what was being explained to the group, but she figured it was enough of the key points. Although, the fact that the Pariah had left without them was a dick move, but whatever...I’m sure he had his reasons. 

“Sweet!” Frankie exclaimed, checking out the storage bin that was opened, and the equipment that was inside. She was certainly no stranger to the rad suits or geiger counters, especially on particular outings when she had been with the Raiders, where she was essentially forced to go into terribly radiated areas for supplies, thankfully with little to no effect on her health afterward. 

The young medic noticed the others picking up their belongings and she did the same, making sure her bag was packed, all rations were accounted for, and her boots were tied, because the last thing she needed was to trip and fall before anything happened. Commotion amongst the group of Brotherhood soldiers was beginning to heat up as they apparently didn’t take the news very well, but thankfully the very pretty woman who seemed to be more or less leading the group, decided she should give one last pep talk. 

“Not bad.” Frankie chuckled to John and Marvin after the speech was over. “I know I feel inspired to run into danger.”