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Lost in Wasteland

ThePawMightyMissFoxy

The Paw-Mighty Miss Foxy
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Name: Rexanne Youngest


Nickname: Rex or T-Rex


Age: 14 years old


Origin: Unknown


Bio: Born during the post-apocalypse, Rexanne was abandoned by her parents in the capitol of Fairlyn City. Fairlyn City was made of old scraps that were leftover from the war that ravished the land. After being in Fairlyn City Orphanage for 12 years, Rex ran away in search of her parents. Now, she travels around looking for clues as to her parents' whereabouts.


(You may either be the man she is meeting or your own character that meets up with her at the same building)


Rex takes a deep breathe, looking up at the tall building. If she doesn't hurry, she may run into bandits and she definitely does not want that. She slowly walks into the tall, abandoned building. Inside, it looks like it may have been a formal office building before the war. There are flickering lights that give her the chills. She walks toward the elevator and presses the button. It dings once it reaches the first floor. Clearly, it's been used or else it would've already been at the bottom floor. She steps in and presses the top floor button. Rexanne then takes the ax she wields off of her back and holds it in a ready position, just in case she's ambushed when reaching the top floor.


She is suppose to be meeting some big boss guy. She's paid for the protection that will accompany her while she travels. It's been so dangerous for her already. The elevator makes a ding with each floor it passes. Finally, she reaches the top floor and walks out. She is quickly greeted with two men in black suits. They snatch her ax away from her."H-hey! That's mine! Give that back!" She tries to grab it back and they both pull pistols out and point them at her. "O-okay. Okay. You can keep it." She says, holding her hands up and backing away slowly. They then escort her to a conference room. At the end of the long conference table sits another man in a suit and sunglasses. The men that escort her insist she sit. She does so and then waits patiently.
 

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