<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6WUNyz7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Devon Winters</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: Entrance Hall</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Tilisa | Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She really wasn't sure about this. Even as the cab drove up to the main entrance, Devon had half a mind to tell the driver to turn around and leave. Maybe take her to the train station instead, or to the airport. Hell, if she could afford it she would have gladly asked him to take her all the way back to Alaska in the hopes that her hometown had forgotten about her missteps. Poor Miss Green had had to move too, last she heard, but even in the remote little town tucked far north in America's coldest state, the dire reputation of futa's had been steadily seeping in. Her dad wouldn't tell her any of it, but aunt Lily had warned her that more and more of the folk Devon had known since she was a baby had begun to voice their concerns that maybe the teacher's part in what had really been little more than a short-lived affair, hadn't been entirely voluntary. No, she couldn't go there again, not while people like her were being seen as nothing short of abominations, social outcasts that really had no place in this world.<br/><br/>Except here, perhaps...<br/><br/>She eyed the building with mixed feelings that persisted even as the taxi ground to a slow halt. The cab driver knew all too well what kind of place this was and he had been watching her with growing disdain, ensuring that he wasn't getting a tip from Devon. She got out of the vehicle, paid, then went to the trunk and grabbed the army duffel bag herself. It felt light, and really, she didn't have much to carry with her; just some basic toiletries and a few changes of clothes, as well as the few keepsakes she'd brought from home. Not that Devon had ever been all that attached to material stuff, but still, she had a few trinkets she rather not part with.<br/><br/>There were police cars outside, and as she paced up the steps towards the main doors, she could see a few officials glancing her way. They caught sight of the army bag, her toned physique and detested her all the more for it. She ignored them and warily stepped inside. Unsure of what to expect, Devon was surprised by the interior of the building. She immediately felt a little underdressed, something that rarely bothered her. In a black tanktop, dark green combats and a grey jacket she didn't exactly look like she was going to fit in here much, a sentiment strengthened when she caught sight of another woman, looking a little lost out here in the lobby. Devon hesitated, not because she was shy but because she wasn't feeling particularly social. Still, the girl with the long, curly dark hair might know more than she did, and so Devon approached her, mustering her best non-military smile as she raised her hand in a wave.<br/><br/>"You new here too?" she said by manner of greeting, and Devon plopped her bag down at her feet. It landed with a dull thud on the toes of her dark boots, which didn't look particularly feminine.<br/>