J A N E T - E M M A S P R I N G
"Never knew being normal still applied for the apocalypse. Thanks for the notice."
Fiddling about with the pocket knife, the young woman had run off from the orphanage in ragged clothing that was often oriented for the male survivors of her time. She dusted off her free hand onto her pants, bitterly muttering at how the linked fence was often drenched in the dried blood of others but she was thankful that none were from her kids at the orphanage. "Let's see what we can go for..." Licking her cracked lips, Janet cupped a hand over her forehead and scanned the area as it was blistering hot and the glare from the sun didn't provide anything but light yet also served as a nuisance for her. Certainly, there were options opened for her to explore such as the camps scattered about the place either belonging to the government or rogues that came together. There was one in particular she had in mind for: Raiderz.
The fastened bandannas at her pants reminded her for the jobs needed for today: delivery and scavenging. Think of Miss. Spring as often the errand girl for those in the business of the black market. If someone needed to do a transaction and weren't able to go, she was their girl. Needed help trying to kill someone? Hello, my name is Janet-Emma Spring and I'm here for the job. A sort of quirky smile came onto her face as she resumed roaming the land and held onto her satchel that had a small box in it.
Located now near a top of several boulders, she remained to be knelt down and crawling as her eyes were upon the camp of the Raiderz. "Cool," a small whisper escaped from her lips. She quietly slid down and hid behind the boulder where a cool shadow was being casted. Janet calmly peered from behind the rock, crawling upon her knees, and spotted a familiar grumpy fellow walking towards the front. Brows shot up in joy at the sight of it. What was this grump going to today? It wasn't the first time she had observed someone, well, she had seen countless others throughout her years walking abut the near territory of the Raiderz and this one just happened to catch her eye. Well, he would seem fun to mess with.
Retracting from the open, she picked pu her hair with a rubber hand and wrinkled her nose, trying to keep herself calm to continue observation. And yet again, green eyes widened enthusiastically to see members of the group going about to scavenge or guard the area.
NOTE:
If anyone wants to be the recipient o the delivery Janet has, do PM me. We can work out something. c: