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[Alena Gunter]

Alena walked through the empty streets at midnight with one hand on a rather large cat like figures neck. But this cat like figure was actually huge, big for tigers. She took shelter with the large cat in an abandoned ally and waited for a group of people to pass by. Moments later she led the orange and black cat back out into the street running him across the street.

She brought him to another ally and glanced around before she led him into an old abandoned building she found a while back. She led Eliot into the building and up the stares. 'I think he will be safe here as long as nobody knows he's here.'

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She watched the tiger for a moment as he swirved around back and forth exploring slightly. He knew what was coming next. She smirked and then dug through her tan colored bag. "Ohhhh Eliot,"[/color] she said pulling out meat that was wrapped in white paper. "Here yah go,"[/color] she said unwrapping it and throwing him a thick pice of steak.

Eliot cuaght it in his mouth and then layed down and began to feist on his dinner. She then sat down and layed down resting her head on his side and closed her eyes. For now she would just relax until she would have to go back to the base.
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[Clɛment Duɓois]

Climaxing several civilizations into unadulterated destruction, the Great Quake of 2020 passively brought about a mutual sense of human unanimity. In these demoralizing times, young children emerge with profound potential; perhaps, that was his calling.

“J’en ai marre!” In such displeasing situations, it wasn’t difficult to believe that people scavenged and looted. This, however, was definitely something that Clément Dubois wasn’t planning to do for the rest of his life, and he most certainly desired on leaving this temporary work soon. Nevertheless, his family’s manor had become quite the bustling shelter for few whom had lost their homes during the calamities; those who separating themselves from the bases. Thus, Clément assigned himself as a caretaker for these people; perhaps, he could discover some food, clothing, and playthings in the French rubble. Anything was going to be beneficial to those unfortunate families. Clemmy walked through the sinister doorway of this glum building; his eyes scanning the walls and floors for anything interesting.

Clemmy heard a familiar pitter-patter on the ground, stopping himself to witness it. “Grossier!” He jumped back, watching as ants retreated from the home’s entrance. That was a bad sign, when even pests and rodents wanted to leave. The boy gulped in fright, wondering what exactly was in this place. Clément wiped his clothing of any acquired dust or grime upon entering the apartment, and carefully proceeded into the home. Cet endroit n'est pas si mauvais… Perhaps, with a bit of renovation, this place could be established as another sanctuary, but that would’ve taken plenty of work. The Frenchman could already perceive cracks in the walls and ceilings. Once wintry weather came around, this place would’ve been worthless, unless the government decided to step in. However, since the Great Quake, an animosity grew within the French youth to his own government. Although he was as patriotic as the next civilian, these conditions weren’t acceptable for survival

Luckily, places like these were outshined by the handsome Latin Quarter and Palace of Versailles that still stood courteously. The mainland of France, including Paris, seemed barely affected by the Quake, fortunately. Everywhere else, not so much.

Clemmy began walking up the stairs, wondering what unconventional things this place had to offer. Concentrating on his senses, he actually heeded breather. This creature was panting ruffly, which made Clemmy believe that it might’ve been a hurt dog or something. Accordingly, his speed increased, wanting to help this animal. Opening the door, he witnessed something absolutely bizarre, as if out of a horror film. A young woman, teenager by looks, stood comfortably close to a veracious tiger…definitely unconventional!

Swinging open the door, he looked directly at the woman with fright. In Clemmy’s mind, no woman should be in such danger...whatever outcome he imagined just wasn’t pretty at all.“Mademoiselle! Es-tu fou?! C'est un tigre!!”

[Alena Gunter]

Alena heard a voice. It was in french and all she could understand was Tiger. She sat up and smiled at him as if the tiger wasn't there. "Je ne parle pas le français. Je parle russe et en anglais."

[/color] she said. She's been in enough other contries to actually say that in several other languiges.

She turned back to Eliot and said something in Russian. Eliot immidiatly stood up walking over to a crate that looked like it could support him. He jumped up to the top of it and sat there making sure he didn't fall off. "He's trained,"[/color] she explained with a smile on her face. "He's a circus tiger. But he's still a wild animal none the less."[/color]

She said a few more things in Russian to Eliot and then watched him jump off of the box and walk back over to Alena and sat on his back legs pulling his front paws up to the air. Alena made a finger gun and made a "BANG!" noise. The giant tiger got to his side and rolled to his back. Alena rubbed his stomach for a moment before she turned back to the man. "Trained him myself."[/color]
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