[center][h2][i][b][color=9932CC] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/b][/i][/h2][/center]
[center][b] Mentions: [@RedVII] [/b][/center]

[center] Tzipporah stumbled a little before hopping forward with her. . . unconventional friend. She thought briefly about what he had said, and realized that she couldn't relate. She had never been the kind of person to alter herself for anyone. She never, talked a certain way, or acted in a way that would please those around her when that wasn't how she actually felt. Her sense of reality, her sense of self, was too strong to pretend to be someone she wasn't. Yes her family had never enjoyed her powers, was even afraid of her for them, forced her to hide them, but that didn't stop her from being who she knew was, and she liked it. [/center] 

[center] She was beginning to be a little. . . [i]wary[/i] of her new friend. There was nothing wrong with a little, [i]controlled chaos[/i] but hurting people was a different story and one she wasn't comfortable with. The compliments and praise were definitely nice, and a pleasant change from being shamed all the time, but, consider the source. Noticing the clown analyzing the scene around them and the passersby, she told herself to keep a close eye on him, and if things got too out of hand, she would simply disappear. She never wanted to be responsible for someone else's life unless [i]her's[/i] was in danger. [/center]

[center] A slow growth of worry grew inside Tzipporah's chest as she noticed the clown zero in on a man walking towards the center of the compound. What had she gotten herself into?[/center]