[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy didn't want to have to go to a pawn shop if they didn't have to. She had a stubborn belief that everything they'd need to make Up happen could be found here in the Junk Yard - and that was almost entirely out of laziness. She didn't want to have to go across town, buy all of the rope in sight, and then come on back here to finish constructing the craft. The sooner they got the rope, the sooner they could get onto the next phase of the adventure - the fun stuff like slaying monsters, not the boring stuff of trying to engineer a ride. [color=#9370DB]"I can find some rope, my dad's probably the God of Finding Things too - he really needs to pick something and stick with it."[/color]

	She started scavenging through all of the junk, briefly wondering if one day some demigod might be picking through her stuff and looking for something. Nancy hoped she didn't end up as an old lady. She didn't really like the idea of growing old - she wanted to go out heroically in combat - the more people who cried at her funeral, the better. She wanted to have the tragic death of a hero. [color=#9370DB]"Found some rope!"[/color]