[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]

Even though Faith couldn't stand the Russian doormat, she could still appreciate the snide comments and the sarcasm. [color=F49AC2]"Yeah, duh! I wouldn't fight for anything like a Twinkie, even if it tasted as good as this one. Now, a Louis Vuitton bag or Coco Chanel? I would skin a bitch alive for those."[/color] She wondered if anyone here would appreciate that call back to her time, but she didn't much care.

Faith wasn't here to make friends. She wasn't here by choice, of course, but since arriving here, she had already came to terms with the wacky shennanigans sure to unfold. Belladonna was an interesting addition and Faith yearned to pick her brain about all the things she has seen. Another time, perhaps. [color=F49AC2]"So now that we got all loaded up on carbs and sugar, what's next? Do we continue the tours and story time with the kiddos or is there an actual thing to do?"[/color] Faith, of course, didn't want to lug the kids with her all day, but she had to admit she didn't hate it as much as she thought she would. Of course, she would rather be training her ability or practicing combat or exploring. That would have to wait though.

And that reminded her. Where was Evelina? Where was Alicia?