S h a d o w s{POSH}

[Fox]

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[/b]he liked it best when it was darker out.

Early morning sunlight was more of a rude awakening then a peppy start to the day, for her. No- Fox preferred thick shadows and dark shades. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she examined her surroundings. The Bronx- she didn't know it too well, but Fox could navigate around places pretty well.

Running a hand through her hair, she dug her other hand into her bag. An empty bottle of beer, two full ones, a cigar, a pouch of pennies- her earnings for the day- and a knife. That was necessary to carry around, especially when you weren't in your own burrow. Not that Fox liked to fight. Part of her did, but she wasn't one to seek out fights. More so, she could handle herself in one, didn't hate one, but didn't need them.

Sighing, she kept an open eye out for people around her. She knew some Bronx newsies, and their leader was pretty famous for being crazy.

There were reasons she hardly ever hung around Manhattan. For one, she really just didn't get along with the other 'Hattans. Almost all of them valued things she didn't, like loyalty and friendship. The concept was so gross to her. People to back you up in battle were good, but people who were considered friends...not so much. But, she probably could never leave Manhattan. Other burrows wouldn't want her.

Not that she could blame them, though. She sold all her papers, paid her rent and whatnot, but Fox wasn't the most delightful person to have around. Things tended to go missing when she was around.

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