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ASH CARDALE<br/>
:･ﾟ✧<b><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">abandon all hope who enter here</span> </b>✧･ﾟ:*<br/>
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"i don't know about joining them. getting on their good side maybe but joining them seems...i don't know. i just have a bad feeling about them." she couldn't shake the hesitance in the pit of her stomach. she knew to trust her gut but her mind also told her that that's where the supplies they needed was. she was down for the plan of trying to reach some agreement with them to trade and barter but joining the gang was still something she wasn't sure about. "either way we oughta find some good shit to offer them before finding anyone. anything particular you have in mind?" honestly, she wasn't sure what a big gang like them could need. it sounded like they had everything and with a whole community system like they've created, they'd need to be sure to find something good that makes them stand out as uniquely valuable compared to the others. <br/>
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ash found herself mindlessly kicking a rock down the road, waiting till they caught up to it and kicked it again. her mind was more on other things. how could they can an in with the gang, she thought of lorraine and her family, she thought about the isle and her sister. they couldn't stay here for long. they both had their goal in mind of the isle and in the end even if it was better to stay here she knew she couldn't. she just had to find nichole. <br/>
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it took about an hour to get back to the car which had been hidden in the bushes where they'd left it. no one seemed to come by let alone touch the thing. the poor thing looked beat up and broken with bullet holes in the side and dents along the sides and back. ash opened the driver's door and started it up. the car roared to life once again and she had to laugh. "well she's determined that's for sure. i didn't think she'd run. but judging by the gas gauge we don't have far until we run out. we can take her as far as we can and walk from there?" she also didn't really feel like walking an hour back up the road where they came from. she got out of the front sleep and headed to the other side, jumping in the passenger's side. "i've done my fair share of driving though, it's your turn now." <br/>
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