Put on your pretty lies, it's the city of wonder
Penny is no stranger to falling into trash. Not long ago her sort of boyfriend, Captain Hammer, tossed her into garbage to save her from an oncoming van and they hadn't even been dating then!
This is different, though. There were no vans. Just one minute walking to the laundromat, the next... swimming in trash. She had her laundry basket and two frozen yogurts in a bag as she turned the corner and suddenly toppled forward, landing in an open dumpster with a very audible squeak, squish, and thud. Unbaggaged garbage is very... moist. It makes for a soft landing, at least... except for where her head hit the wall.
Penny pokes her head up out of the dumpster. She's fairly close to the sidewalk... for being in a dumpster, but it's not a sidewalk she recognizes or buildings she recognizes even, but there are people on the sidewalk! Where there's people, there's hope! Assuming she didn't fall into a country where they don't speak English. They look American. The people. There's a definite 'melting pot' mix on the sidewalk passing by.
"I... uhm..."
Right. Climbing out of the dumpster before talking might be a good idea.
She throws her laundry basket and bag out of the dumpster, and then attempts to climb out, herself. It's not easy. At all. There's general noises of frustration that express the difficulty. Penny's tiny and she keeps sinking into the garbage. It's like quicksand with banana peels.
This is different, though. There were no vans. Just one minute walking to the laundromat, the next... swimming in trash. She had her laundry basket and two frozen yogurts in a bag as she turned the corner and suddenly toppled forward, landing in an open dumpster with a very audible squeak, squish, and thud. Unbaggaged garbage is very... moist. It makes for a soft landing, at least... except for where her head hit the wall.
Penny pokes her head up out of the dumpster. She's fairly close to the sidewalk... for being in a dumpster, but it's not a sidewalk she recognizes or buildings she recognizes even, but there are people on the sidewalk! Where there's people, there's hope! Assuming she didn't fall into a country where they don't speak English. They look American. The people. There's a definite 'melting pot' mix on the sidewalk passing by.
"I... uhm..."
Right. Climbing out of the dumpster before talking might be a good idea.
She throws her laundry basket and bag out of the dumpster, and then attempts to climb out, herself. It's not easy. At all. There's general noises of frustration that express the difficulty. Penny's tiny and she keeps sinking into the garbage. It's like quicksand with banana peels.