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Characters: Rin & Open!
When: A couple of days after her arrival. AT NIGHT. /punted for Spongebob reference
Where: Tucked away inside an abandoned house. And then outside.
Rating: TBD
Summary: Rin is trying to pull herself together. IT'S GOING WELL.
She had found warmer clothes. And blankets. So at least she wouldn't freeze to death. She had also found food, which was probably more important - considering she hadn't eaten in...awhile? She couldn't actually remember.
Sitting at a worn table, wrapped in a blanket, Rin frowned at a can of...something. Was it edible? She wondered. And, even if it was, how was she supposed to open it?
Holding up a clumsily made knife - if you could even call it that - she jabbed at the top of the can and started cutting. Whatever was inside wasn't moving when the can shook. Abruptly, Rin grabbed the can and tipped it upside down. A little juice dribbled onto the table.
Putting the can down, she sniffed said juice and wrinkled her nose. Revolting. She would rather die than -
I will if I don't eat real food.
Growling, she pressed the heel of her hand against her head and got up. Dressing as warmly as possible, she left the house and looked around for some sign of a store. She didn't have money, but maybe they would accept something else?
Damn. What could I give them? My clothes?!
Kicking a piece of garbage out of the way, Rin hunkered down and tried to remain calm. If she didn't, she would turn into a horse. And no one needed to know her secret here. That would be mortifying.
Yet, her body was weak, she was exhausted - both emotionally and physically - and she was alone. Maybe being a horse would be easier.
When: A couple of days after her arrival. AT NIGHT. /punted for Spongebob reference
Where: Tucked away inside an abandoned house. And then outside.
Rating: TBD
Summary: Rin is trying to pull herself together. IT'S GOING WELL.
She had found warmer clothes. And blankets. So at least she wouldn't freeze to death. She had also found food, which was probably more important - considering she hadn't eaten in...awhile? She couldn't actually remember.
Sitting at a worn table, wrapped in a blanket, Rin frowned at a can of...something. Was it edible? She wondered. And, even if it was, how was she supposed to open it?
Holding up a clumsily made knife - if you could even call it that - she jabbed at the top of the can and started cutting. Whatever was inside wasn't moving when the can shook. Abruptly, Rin grabbed the can and tipped it upside down. A little juice dribbled onto the table.
Putting the can down, she sniffed said juice and wrinkled her nose. Revolting. She would rather die than -
I will if I don't eat real food.
Growling, she pressed the heel of her hand against her head and got up. Dressing as warmly as possible, she left the house and looked around for some sign of a store. She didn't have money, but maybe they would accept something else?
Damn. What could I give them? My clothes?!
Kicking a piece of garbage out of the way, Rin hunkered down and tried to remain calm. If she didn't, she would turn into a horse. And no one needed to know her secret here. That would be mortifying.
Yet, her body was weak, she was exhausted - both emotionally and physically - and she was alone. Maybe being a horse would be easier.