Being a Punk didn't mean she had to make an ass out of herself, nor look down on those who needed help too.

When a riot had overtaken her hometown, Meredith was among the crowds walking down the street, weapons in hand. Firebombs were being tossed by less than agreeable folks, but she herself had a different goal in mind: keeping an eye out for the injured. Regularly: bean bag shots, or even rubber bullets would injure her allies in the streets, and when they went down, she took it upon them to make sure they were okay until a street medic would show up to get them out the line of fire.

Either that, or until enough people would help her get the injured out. For if they were left behind, jail time would await them. Sometimes, she would have to fight back if anyone felt opportunistic in the worst of ways; her bat wasn't just for intimidation: she knew more than enough on how to make it an effective weapon.

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She was quite the rowdy woman in her youth up until her early 20s, so here's but a window into that time of her life.

‣ Art by  trunchbull

‣ Meredith belongs to me ( feyro)