I'd call this a solid living ; Joining

Truly, the last thing Magnolia thought of going to was the ocean. Not that she hated it. It provided her with a nice sunrise and sunset, but that was about it. That was the extent for the feline. With her hat pulled over to shield her eyes from the sun, she walked the railroad until she found the gate and bell. Interestin'. She looked around the area, finally settling on the bell while taking a few snappits out of her bag. She threw one at full force at the ground, smiling at the POP that resonated with it.

Shoving the snappits into her bag, she jumped at the rope and pulled, making sure the bell rung with a mighty power. Hooves clacked against wood as she landed, and a slight jingling noise came from her beads that hung from her hat's rim. "Howdyyy! Ah've come to this island in hopes of findin' a home!" Her alto voice rang out after the bell, loud and powerful. All those months of yowling and laughing with fellow wranglers had it's advantages. She sat down gently, humming a small tune.

"Speech"

pills don't help, but it sure is funny!  ☆  ☆  ☆

MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

The Typhoon was a group that was used to some rather interesting characters. That alone could be demonstrated by the various members that made up their high positions. However, Michael had to think that this new person was pretty close to taking the cake. Not only was she mutated, but she was also rather loud and acted like... a cowboy? Yeah, that was what she reminded him of. At the very least, he could hope that she was one of those cowboys that fought the law, rather than choosing to use their talents as sherrifs. That wouldn't be too great for him, considering he had never given up his thieving nature despite his gradual development over his time within The Typhoon. Still, there'd be more time for thinking about that – and asking her about how she was like that – at another time.

For now, the fugitive just made his way over, mismatched blue gaze scanning Magnolia over for a brief moment. She was even more interesting up close, with her various accessories and the snappits she seemed to be carrying with her. After taking a deep breath inwards, Michael questioned, "Well, if you're looking to join The Typhoon... I don't see why we wouldn't let you in, so welcome. What's your name? Mine is Michael. Michael Townley-Phillips, although you can really call me anything." The dealer preferred that only people like Roxie and Trevor called him nicknames like M, or Mikey, but he got the feeling that Magnolia was the type to give people nicknames. Stuff like cowpoke, or partner. Maybe he had seen too many old westerns.

☆  ☆  ☆  gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!

— Reggan

From under her veil she smiled toward Michael as he approached. Dipping her hat toward him, she spoke gently, "Howdy there. The Typhoon, eah? That's a powerful name. Speakin' of names," She took her hat off and did a small bow, eyes still hidden by her mane. "M'name is Magnolia Mirrian. I've been called Magnis, though. It's a pleasure to meetcha, Mister Michael." As she stood back up straight, she placed her hat upon her head and straightened the veil.

"Speech"