[h2][b][center][i][color=6495ED] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/i][/center][/b][/h2]

[center][color=6495ED] Tzipporah sat quietly and chipped away at a piece of wood she picked up along her way. It was sort of starting to look like a frog and she was okay with that, another cute carving to add to her collection. It was dark and damp in the alleyway she sat in and she shivered slightly, as she didn't have a jacket of any kind. [i]'Long sleeve shirt at least?'[/i] she thought to herself, riffling through her backpack. [i]'Nothing.'[/i] She made a mental note to herself to keep on the lookout for an opportunity to find a jacket.[/color][/center]

[center][color=6495ED] The bar around the corner was loud, filled with Deviants just trying to fill the void of unacceptance with alcohol, loud music and as little human connection as possible. Being a loner, Tzipporah almost never took part in this behavior, however, there were times where she felt like going out on a limb. Who knows? Maybe someone would catch her eye? [i] 'What do I have to lose?' [/i] Putting her wooden frog safely in her backpack and sheathing her knife, she jumped down off the pile of boxes and rounded the corner onto a busy street in New York City. Looking up at the cliche, neon flashing sign she smiled sarcastically. [i] 'Wit's End. What an appropriate name for a bar entertaining a population of oppressed and vilified people.' [/i] Even though bars were not and never have been her scene, she would admit that she was thirsty so inside she went and sat on a stool near the end of the bar and ordered a hard lemonade. Sweet and not too much alcohol, just how she liked it. She itched in her seat, as it was weird for her to be in a bar in the middle of the day. After she finished her drink, she decided to walk out and explore the rest of the compound.[/color][/center] 

[center][color=6495ED] She sauntered over to a run down looking metal bench in the center of the compound and laid down using her backpack as a pillow. Looking around, she saw many other deviants, but none were looking in her direction. [i] 'Let's gather some eyes shall we Osiris?' [/i] Focusing hard on her abilities and tuning out as much noise as she could, she called her beloved jaguar Osiris and he slowly began to form beside her. Remembering his owner, he rubbed his jawline along her hand adn lifted his tail in greeting. "That should get their attention right cutie?" she said with a smirk. [/color][/center]