we're the losers on the back seats && open; joining

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Roman remembered his days in another place where they were ruthless and didn't care about others, they captured, they stole, the killed, and they didn't care. At first, he had been hesitant while there, but, eventually, he had learned to accept the place, and they turned out to be the best days of his life, the most memorable being that he met the love of his life there. As much as Roman missed her, he knew that he had to move on though, find a place he could call home, and it didn't matter how. He had joined the Elysium but had immediately left - it hadn't felt right. He couldn't decide if it was due to the spirits living inside him being restless at a place such as that, or if it was because there was one finally becoming dominant - and he feared if that was the case, he'd not be able to control himself against many others - so he had decided to come to the Pitt. He knew the spirit was loyal to clanmates, but ruthless towards outsiders, so if that spirit was becoming the dominant one, it was best to join a place that matched it.

Ro could certainly say, however, that he did not miss the desert, and was glad to see that it was just a ploy and the Pitt actually resided in a jungle. The three legged feline would sit down, the parts of his body that burned with flame dying down until it was just a simmer, low smoke rising from his pelt in the spots that looked burned and melted. "I'd like to speak to someone about joining." The feline would call out at last, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to see into the jungle, looking for a form of sentient life.