[It's still pouring. Sheena would be reminded of her first few days in Luceti. ...If she wasn't asleep. Out in the rain. On a bench somewhere.

In her defense, she was headed for the clinic because she just couldn't stand being sick anymore. Whether or not they would have been able to do a whole lot didn't matter.

Anyway. Sleeping, in the pouring ( Read more... )

Finally!

[two weeks' worth of frustration and relief all gone in that one word. Sheena's vision is back] Took long enough...

[a good bit of banging and clanging, and perhaps a bit of vocalized frustration, before a defeated Sheena sits down in a kitchen chair]

I didn't think it'd ever be this hard to make a sandwich. Geez.

[of course she has no idea she's left the book open. She can't see it]

Ow! ...Ugh. I am so sick of this.

[some shuffling around, and a dull thud]

...Uh...I could use some...I mean, I think I'm kinda lost? 

It's been two years.

[that is all]

Another thunderstorm. All this rain's getting annoying. [and it makes her think of her first week or so in Luceti. Especially with the two-year mark so close for her] There's so many people here now we'd be totally stuck if another flood happened. And that's on top of a lot of other stuff. It's been too long for some of this to still be going on.
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[Sheena slowly walks out of house 18 and sits down a few feet from the door, in the grass. It's kind of late but that doesn't really bother her  - it's the first time in over a week that she's been outside. She didn't plan to go any farther, just to sit out there until she felt like she could get up and go in again. And to see who passes by, of ( Read more... )