[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFABB1]Belladonna[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/KR5hl49VZqiiY/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFABB1]Location:[/color][/b] Hobo Camp
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It brought a lot of memories back. Both good and bad. Bella wasn't one to reminisce really. Her past defined her, but it was her that made the decisions that paved her future. Camps like this were an unfortunate part of life. People would look at them with pity, anger, sadness. Some would offer help and aid, an attempt to get these people out of this place, into homes, trying to find them jobs, only to realize that they were better off back at the camp, surrounded by people who accepted them and didn't try to "fix" them. Or there was the other side, the ones fighting to shut this down, to send these people scattering elsewhere, into deeper holes, into jails and prisons, and more often than not, into early graves.

She remembered a time she was close to 13 when she hung around. Being a young girl going through her own shit, surrounded by people, it toughened her up more than anything. There was danger, but it was also what made her live.

She didn't much pity Longshot, but she could see where these people, at least, deserved help. She could feel eyes on her and watched Watts glance at her. He was a father, she remembered. He had to be going through a lot. Out of everyone here, Watts was the one person she didn't mind being around.

She scanned the perimeter, following her own path to determine if they would be safe. She would defend these people as best she could, even in her current body.