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<div style="margin: auto; margin-left: 20px; height: 160px; width: 160px; float: right; border-radius: 0%; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/95/e9/ce95e9c52c97f223f2145b63bb009dbd.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>As the short, crude funeral came to an end, Idris released a sigh of breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. The sounds of the violin drifted on the breeze, as haunting as it was beautiful. Shaking her head to herself, Idris' eyes lifted to Maggie. She opened her mouth to speak just as Elias spoke to Kepler, the sound of the car's engine reaching all of their ears. Turning her attention to the gate, she glanced between the structure and Maggie for quite some time before she decided to do what needed to be done. If Maggie proved to be a threat, Kepler would dispatch her. Eyes finally settling on Maggie, she nodded her head once at the woman's words. <br/>
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"Alright, then. Wait here. Kepler, get the woman some water and perhaps some jerky. We're running low, but don't worry about that. I've had some deer dehydrating in the smoke house for a few days that needs to be collected. Elias, stand guard at the gate while I go out alone, please? Just in case I'm taken down and they try to enter to take Havenshire." By smoke house, she meant the wooden structure she had made out of pallets. A hole had been dug in the ground and filled with charcoal. Strings hung from the ceiling, pieces of meat tied to the strings as they hung over the smoldering charcoals, slowly drying out. That had been three days ago, so it was time to harvest. Pushing the thoughts aside, Idris squared her shoulders and moved across the grounds to the gate. There, with another heaving groan, she pulled the heavy structure open just enough for her to slip out. This time, she took the time to pull it shut behind her. More and more people were showing up to Havenshire, much to her liking. That meant she had more and more people to protect. <br/>
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Once the gate was shut, Idris turned towards Harper with a hard expression on her face, hand moving to the back of her pants to once more grab the pistol she carried. Though this time, she did not aim it at Harper. For a moment, the woman said nothing. She simply regarded Harper with calculating eyes, glancing behind her to the car she'd arrived in. She saw no one else inside from where she stood, but that did not mean there were not people laying down in the back seat waiting for the moment to spring. <br/>
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"This is Havenshire." Idris nodded, her tone clipped as she regarded the woman before her. Her first impression is that she was rather lovely, with wicked hair and an underlying feel of charismatic energy. That did not mean that the nice haired, charismatic woman was not a killer. Everyone was a killer in the Resurrection. <br/>
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"And I am Idris Bellucci, leader of Havenshire. You here because of the transmission?" Idris asked then, raising a dark brow to prompt the woman's response. <br/>
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