<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail "Abby" Holden<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human/Slayer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Al'Mar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>River<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Abby shot River a sharp glare at the creepy way he mentioned being able to hear the oncoming Suvolte. She heard them too, she really hadn't needed the extra dialogue to up the creep factor. Just the skittering sound of the immature Sulvolte was enough to send cold shivering down her spine. Looking at him and trying to block out the noise she muttered to herself,<em>Why</em>did you think this was a good idea Abby? Sure, go out into a Demon nest before you're even trained to fight. Twit, next time stop trying to prove something to people and keep your own skin intact, you'll live longer!"<br/><br/>Seeing river quicken his pace, Abby sped up as well, easily keeping up with the young man and grabbing useable CD's off the racks as well. He seemed busy pulling rock'n'roll CD's of all varieties so she grabbed more of what suited her own tastes (at least what suited her when working on electronics) and pulled in as much jazz and classical music as she could get her hands on to stuff into his pack as well. The rock might be good for the Rangers, but variety would be good for everyone and she intended to lay claim to a stereo for the workspace she would need to fix up whatever they grabbed.<br/><br/><em>"Alright...Stereos?"</em><br/><br/>Looking around Abby pointed once she spotted them and added as she moved, "The simpler it looks the better. If it's got too many bells and whistles it probably has a computer chip to keep it all running somewhere and I don't do chips. Grab a few that look unfixable too, I can strip them for parts for the working machines," she added and started tearing open boxes and grabbing demo models that weren't smashed to hell. A couple of the models she grabbed<em>were</em>smashed beyond repair, but she wanted them for the wiring, not to make them work again.