◜ . new americana ┊ introduction . ◞

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; border-bottom: 5px COLOR solid; padding-bottom: 5px; color: COLOR;"]It was not unusual to see a flood of unfamiliar faces in The Pitt, but it was particularly easy for one to pick out the Newbies from the Nobodies. The Nobodies were far more socially aware — they knew their place, respected the hierarchy, stayed clean out of sight and away — but the new animals had a habit of showing up in odd places with their odd manners and in general just doin' odd things. Kilgore thought they were interesting and kept an eye on them, though he also did it just so he could get the chance to snap at 'em if things went awry. His wide-eyed face seemed stuck in a temporary conflict as he debated on whether or not he should approach this unnamed creature, or walk clean away. Eventually, his strong sense of curiosity won out and he decided to promptly start a rusty attempt at small talk. He was good at small talk. How was your day, missus? Aw, shucks ma'am, I'd reee-ally like tha' thing ya got there, where'd ya find it?

"Oooo-e," he would smartly exclaim, paws smacking the barren earth lousily as he pursued the hellhound, craning his neck upwards. "What are ya, mister? I reckon I haven't seen such a large specimen as yo'self 'round these parts much, 'specially one that kinda looks like me." part of him would revel in the idea of there being another dire-wolf around, but he figured it was too good to be true. Besides, he wasn't the type to complain, was he? Naw. Maybe on occasion, perhaps, but ain't nobody speaking of it so he wouldn't pay much heed either. "My name is Kilgore. 'Wuss yours?"