[open] caught in a bad romance
So have an Iris, Chicago, who's been figuring she needs to get out of the house some.
Not that she's been spending all her time indoors, recently. But, well, it's been between the Kashtta and Molly's sorority house, for the most part, and that's nice and all, but she's starting to worry that she's becoming one of those people who disappear into their significant relationships and never come out again. Besides, she's trying to keep her distance from Kaden right now in case it bothers Lily, and she doesn't want to wear out her welcome at Molly's place no matter how many times she says it's all right.
She's looking a touch scrawnier than normal, though also cautiously healthier: she seems a bit wired, and she keeps checking her phone, but one also gets the general sense that something she lacked has been compensated for. The constant hunger and dissatisfaction that once tended to surround her has been damped down a bit; she doesn't look, particularly, like she's looking for anything. She's just hanging out.
She's going to swing by the library, first, because Kaden did give her those fake papers and a library membership sounds like a happy thing to have. You might find her browsing the occult section, rifling through the prominent Supernatural Romance display over by the teenage fiction, or struggling with the computers, trying to piece together what Hermione taught her about the internet. So far, she's still wrapping her head around Google. It's pretty frustrating, especially when typing in things like "don't feel human" isn't getting her all that far.
Then, she's going to grab some lunch from her favourite sandwich shop (no coffee, possibly ever again-- Kaden downs enough for the both of them), sit out by the fountain, and watch the world go by, a stack of romance novels by her side.
Until a somewhat disproportionately-sized magpie swoops down out of a mini-Rift and decides to abduct them, anyway. She has no idea what it wants with her books-- they don't even have shiny covers-- but what she does know is that they have to be returned in three weeks, and she's not about to let some Rift monster keep her from doing her duty as a good Chicago citizen. So she climbs up on the fountain, and starts swatting at the bird with her baguette, yelling at it ferociously. It seems like the thing to do, really.
Not that she's been spending all her time indoors, recently. But, well, it's been between the Kashtta and Molly's sorority house, for the most part, and that's nice and all, but she's starting to worry that she's becoming one of those people who disappear into their significant relationships and never come out again. Besides, she's trying to keep her distance from Kaden right now in case it bothers Lily, and she doesn't want to wear out her welcome at Molly's place no matter how many times she says it's all right.
She's looking a touch scrawnier than normal, though also cautiously healthier: she seems a bit wired, and she keeps checking her phone, but one also gets the general sense that something she lacked has been compensated for. The constant hunger and dissatisfaction that once tended to surround her has been damped down a bit; she doesn't look, particularly, like she's looking for anything. She's just hanging out.
She's going to swing by the library, first, because Kaden did give her those fake papers and a library membership sounds like a happy thing to have. You might find her browsing the occult section, rifling through the prominent Supernatural Romance display over by the teenage fiction, or struggling with the computers, trying to piece together what Hermione taught her about the internet. So far, she's still wrapping her head around Google. It's pretty frustrating, especially when typing in things like "don't feel human" isn't getting her all that far.
Then, she's going to grab some lunch from her favourite sandwich shop (no coffee, possibly ever again-- Kaden downs enough for the both of them), sit out by the fountain, and watch the world go by, a stack of romance novels by her side.
Until a somewhat disproportionately-sized magpie swoops down out of a mini-Rift and decides to abduct them, anyway. She has no idea what it wants with her books-- they don't even have shiny covers-- but what she does know is that they have to be returned in three weeks, and she's not about to let some Rift monster keep her from doing her duty as a good Chicago citizen. So she climbs up on the fountain, and starts swatting at the bird with her baguette, yelling at it ferociously. It seems like the thing to do, really.