Day 56: Main Street (noon)
Taura's stomach was growling, but she could be patient. Her nails were still tacky; she'd rather wear nail polish and eat lunch than vice versa.
Being out in the snow was much more pleasant when she was dressed for it; it was pretty, all clean and white. Deceptive, but pretty. Nothing about this town was what it seemed, and she wasn't forgetting that, but the weather didn't make it worse. Not when escape was already cut off; exposure was low on the list of worries. It wasn't like some of the Jacksonian brothels, the cheap ones, that assumed the cold would be enough to keep their workers there. They didn't know enough about desperation, those owners; Taura did, though they'd only once considered trying that with her, and not for very long. Hah. She could run forever, even in this, if it would get her anywhere.
Taking one of the buses wouldn't be very hard, or one of these ground-cars, but they still had to have somewhere to go. The only place she knew how to get to was the institute, and while that would be an unorthodox and unexpected move, it didn't seem like a good idea, either.
Since she didn't have a destination in mind, she just strolled down the sidewalk, watching the snow come down and waiting for her nails to dry.
[Mele!]
Being out in the snow was much more pleasant when she was dressed for it; it was pretty, all clean and white. Deceptive, but pretty. Nothing about this town was what it seemed, and she wasn't forgetting that, but the weather didn't make it worse. Not when escape was already cut off; exposure was low on the list of worries. It wasn't like some of the Jacksonian brothels, the cheap ones, that assumed the cold would be enough to keep their workers there. They didn't know enough about desperation, those owners; Taura did, though they'd only once considered trying that with her, and not for very long. Hah. She could run forever, even in this, if it would get her anywhere.
Taking one of the buses wouldn't be very hard, or one of these ground-cars, but they still had to have somewhere to go. The only place she knew how to get to was the institute, and while that would be an unorthodox and unexpected move, it didn't seem like a good idea, either.
Since she didn't have a destination in mind, she just strolled down the sidewalk, watching the snow come down and waiting for her nails to dry.
[Mele!]