Naomi Phillips
Rubbing her eyes, Naomi awoke from a nap on the sofa in the room she had thus far claimed for herself. If nothing else, living in a hotel had its advantages, there was never a shortage of things to sleep on. She glanced silently at her watch, she had been out for only a few hours at most, but things could go to hell in less. Her backpack was placed back over her shoulder, never going anywhere without it, no exceptions. She tousled her hair and walked through the doorway, closing it softly behind her. There was a lobby of sorts in which the Bandits frequented within the hotel, it was the best place to take a quick head count. If nothing else, then to calm her nerves.
Descending the last flight of stairs, she saw what consisted of her group sitting around. Some where playing cards, others just talking. Scanning the room, a voice spoke up from across one of the tables. "If you're thinkin' it looks a little empty, Bacon went out." It came from someone they affectionally called Tito, a human a few years younger than Naomi. "Alone?" Naomi frowned, she didn't like it when people left by themselves. It wasn't that she thought Bacon personally couldn't take care of himself, just the rival gangs had been more active lately, more aggressive. No doubt due to the food shortage, she just preferred people had better odds when they left, not that it was a rule that was greatly enforced. Tito replied with his usual goofy tone, not even looking away from his poker game, "Yeah, we're all gettin' a little hungry here. I wasn't gonna stop 'im." Naomi rolled her eyes, "How long ago?". "Dunno." He smirked, as if he was amused by the fact that she would even bother to ask. "Alright, alright. I'll take a quick look. Nobody die before I get back, 'kay?" she joked back, the last part directed to the group, although (to no surprise of hers), no one bothered to acknowledge the comment.
Climbing out the closest window, she descended the fire escape and landed with a thud on the ground. Reaching to the skateboard she kept poking out of her pack, she placed it on the ground and sped off in the direction of the old gas station. It was a good vigilance and boundary point for their territory, surrounded by markings she knew all too well. It wasn't far from the hotel, it only took a few minutes by board, and the alley ways were almost void of any life at all. No rats, no nothing. She reached the gas station, climbing and shimming her way to the top, her board back safely in her backpack. Looking around, she saw a figure moving. Close, but not very. She couldn't tell the identify of it, but it was definitely a person, not one of those...things.