<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 12th – 8:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Back Gate</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1rW8Qp2.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Hair up in little twin buns, is wearing this (https://i.imgur.com/YMpKttE.jpg) with very worn brown combat boots.<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Meeting Tia!<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><hr/><br/>The craptastic thing about insomnia? It usually kept her up at all the absurd hours of the night, then would eventually allow her a few precious winks during the hours when she should have been waking up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Nope. The mirror had told another story - and it involved dark circles that tattled to everyone about her lack of nocturnal bliss.<br/><br/>Ah well.<br/><br/>The head honcho had given her orders for the day. ' Go assist Tia ' was the bare basics of the orders, the other bits had been about searching the area for supplies. See? She could follow along even when her brain felt like mush.<br/><br/>The day was already hot, and it was barely morning. CJ sighed a little as the sun beat down from above. She didn't really get sunburned (thank you healing abilities!) despite her fair skin, but she wasn't immune to sweat and general grumpiness. Her outfit of choice was a pair of ripped shorts that stopped pretty high on her thighs, and an old Led Zeppelin shirt that was a soft shade of yellow. Since it was bit loose, she'd tied a knot in the front, showing off a bit of belly as a result. Oh, and the little jeweled stud (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/617m1igibPL._UY395_.jpg) belly button ring.<br/><br/>CJ had briefly encountered most of the people that lived at Cathedral. She'd heard of Tia, had seen her in passing, but no real introductions had been made as of yet. Her first few days had been a whirlwind of dealing with emotional stuff and getting settled into her room, and just dealing with the knowledge that she would be there for a while. (That was her intention) and that feeling was new and strange, and occasionally hard to accept.<br/><br/>As she neared the meeting spot, CJ had a chance to take in Tia from a distance. The woman oozed casual confidence, it was written in the way she held herself as she waited. Plus, no one without a good deal of that would walk out of the house in those shorts, or that bodysuit. Holy Hell, the woman had curves for days. CJ discreetly admired the view as she closed the distance between them.<br/><br/>Yum!<br/><br/>She smiled, a soft warm curve of her lips as she caught the greeting that fell from the brown-skinned beauty's lips.<strong>" Marnin'"</strong>To be perfectly clear, CJ didn't really have an accent to speak of, it wasn't as if she was from the south. She'd been born and raised in California before the apocalypse had been dropped on everyone's head. She just had her own way of using words.<br/><br/><strong>" I'm CJ"</strong>Her hand slipped into Tias for a firm handshake. (Her gramps had always told her to look folks in the eye, and to have a firm handshake)<strong>" I'm sure you knew that though. Still, it's good to finally meet you."</strong>After a moment, CJ released Tia's hand.<strong>" So, what is on our agenda exactly? Anything specific you looking for out there?"</strong>CJ indicated the area away from the mansion and its space with a slight tilt of her head.<br/><br/><strong>" How far have you guys explored already?"</strong>It was a kind of follow-up question mixed in with just personal musings on her end. Before coming to Cathedral, CJ had traveled long distances to hunt down supplies for herself, and for the small pockets of people, she'd been helping. At the very least, hopefully, her experience would come in handy.