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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Magical, Romance, Action, Urban Fantasy
Without another word, the Mexican stripped off her leather jacket and handed it to Taiken. The fluorescent street lamps revealed the many tattoos covering her arms and shoulders; the woman was inked the fuck up.
"You're shopping on your own amigo. Have fun."
She cracked a mischievous smile before ducking back towards the humvee. Roxy's blood ran cold when she saw the police cruiser pass by them, ain't no way in hell she was gonna wait for it to double back. Her hands sought her bag, which she promptly tore open to rummage. Laying her road atlas flat upon the seats of the humvee, she proceeded to find a Martin Luther King Boulevard, or perhaps a Rosa Parks Parkway - anything that could be affiliated with the black community. She scanned the roads in the area with an agitated expression, biting her lower lip and clenching her fists.
"Whaddaya know boys. looks like Vance was right. Martin Luther King Boulevard."
She pointed towards a street not too far from their current location, about two or three miles north. It would explain why there was a police cruiser passing through, probably making sure there weren't any crack deals taking place. Probably best that Roxy kept her pharmacy kit in her pack. Folding the map back up, Roxy tucked it back into her bag, shaking her head.
"We gotta wait for sniper boy to get back, in the mean time we gotta hijack a car."
"You're shopping on your own amigo. Have fun."
She cracked a mischievous smile before ducking back towards the humvee. Roxy's blood ran cold when she saw the police cruiser pass by them, ain't no way in hell she was gonna wait for it to double back. Her hands sought her bag, which she promptly tore open to rummage. Laying her road atlas flat upon the seats of the humvee, she proceeded to find a Martin Luther King Boulevard, or perhaps a Rosa Parks Parkway - anything that could be affiliated with the black community. She scanned the roads in the area with an agitated expression, biting her lower lip and clenching her fists.
"Whaddaya know boys. looks like Vance was right. Martin Luther King Boulevard."
She pointed towards a street not too far from their current location, about two or three miles north. It would explain why there was a police cruiser passing through, probably making sure there weren't any crack deals taking place. Probably best that Roxy kept her pharmacy kit in her pack. Folding the map back up, Roxy tucked it back into her bag, shaking her head.
"We gotta wait for sniper boy to get back, in the mean time we gotta hijack a car."