[center][h2][b][i][color=C71585] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][b] Interactions: [@RedVII] [/b][/center]

[center] Tzipporah suddenly felt a slight pang of doubt as her newfound friend cackled like a hyena with his neck craned towards the sky. His mechanical movements put her slightly on edge and she was surprised when all the manic emotion that had filled this man just a few seconds prior, was completely wiped away as he turned to face her again, cold as stone. Not that she had very much experience with psychology, or even the world outside the compound at all, but she was fairly sure this man had some sort of personality disorder. [color=C71585][i] 'Maybe DID or something?' [/i][/color][/center] 

[center] However, she couldn't deny the feeling of warmth and appreciation that swept over her when her new friend uttered these. . . phrases of admiration; no, worship! He was stunned and taken aback by her abilities to the point of worship and Tzipporah [i]loved[/i] the attention. The way this man made her feel was new. Like no other feeling she had felt before, and no one, not her parents, not her "used to be" friends, or anyone else had ever taken the time to let her know that she was loved and appreciated. That she wasn't just some. . . terrifying freak. Snapping back from her thoughts, her friend's haunting request sucked the breath from her lungs, although she was unsure why. With caution in the reserves, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and bounded down from the toppling pile of boxes and wrapped her arm through his as she bumped into his side. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile and asked [color=C71585] "Depends on what you mean by 'chaos'?" [/color] As long as chaos didn't mean hurting anyone, she was okay with having a little fun, but she needed to know what this clown's intentions were before she could make any promises. Still glancing at her friend, she asked in a smaller voice, [color=C71585] "We're not hurting anyone. . . right?" [/color] If he thought she was going to help him. . . hurt others or, cause mass destruction, then he thought wrong. [/center]