[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvoxqeiHjL1qjejg2o1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Oak Tree
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

This woman, Belladonna she said her name was, intrigued her to no end. Had this been any other day in another life, she would wish to be this woman. Her tone, her words, they were like meth to her. Faith was desperate to know more about her. The Emendators all knew her, and seemed to respect her and wish to include her, and Belladonna herself had an air of mystery to her that Faith was desperate to break.

However, the others all seemed like her and pestered the woman with questions. Annoyingly, she didn't wish to pester the woman any more than she was already (a new avenue for her). [color=F49AC2]"Perhaps I can pick your brain later, Belladonna, if you are still around, that is. I wouldn't wish to annoy you with persistent questions when you may very well be busy."[/color] She directed this line to those around her, continuing to talk.

And talk they did, about Twinkies! Faith knew the yellow pastry (if one could call it that). She hadn't eaten one in a while and, tempted, she picked one up and bit into it. She let the flavor linger in her mouth a bit. It had been a good long while that she enjoyed dessert of any sort, other than the occasional chocolate bar. This was a treat.

[color=F49AC2]"You'll have to go through me if you want any more of these. And I fight dirty."[/color] She directed that towards Alexandra, who, it seemed, had never had a Twinkie before. Given her dialect, it made sense. Did Russia have Twinkies? Did she care? Not really.