Day 42: Crossroader's Bar and Casino (evening)
[Free, no limits.]
Grungy establishments like this 'Crossroader's Bar' weren't Yomi's typical style--what she saw in Japan were much different than this. But everything about where she was and what she was doing was out of the ordinary; Yomi had to put oddities behind her.
Besides, when it came to a bar, even one so cliché as this, what was there to know?
There would be people, talking and smelling of booze, and unwelcome reactions. The last, she expected. These people, hospital and townsfolk alike, seemed as real in body and mind as any other to her, so if they were truly human, bar flies would be judging her--the crazy girl with tragic delusions--the same way she was judging them--the oblivious captors. And that was an example of the strangeness she was facing, that she could be on the same playing field as humanity again, when she'd become something else. Something with a hunger for human blood. Yomi still had that hunger, and the means to satisfy it, but still, she was at people's mercy.
Well, she could be good. Until things returned to how they should be.
Yomi stepped inside, the clump of her shoes on the floor giving her entrance away. Her eyes didn't need long to adjust--she looked around her, taking in the room as though in the midst of deciding if she should stay or go. In reality, she had nothing to be hesitant about, and there were only so many worthwhile places to scope out if she couldn't leave the town. Newly legal in body, the bar was a suitable choice.
When her gaze had done a circuit of the room and its occupants, she continued inside, making her way up to the bar. The girl slid into a stool, which put her back to the rest of the bar. Now, was she considered a customer?
Grungy establishments like this 'Crossroader's Bar' weren't Yomi's typical style--what she saw in Japan were much different than this. But everything about where she was and what she was doing was out of the ordinary; Yomi had to put oddities behind her.
Besides, when it came to a bar, even one so cliché as this, what was there to know?
There would be people, talking and smelling of booze, and unwelcome reactions. The last, she expected. These people, hospital and townsfolk alike, seemed as real in body and mind as any other to her, so if they were truly human, bar flies would be judging her--the crazy girl with tragic delusions--the same way she was judging them--the oblivious captors. And that was an example of the strangeness she was facing, that she could be on the same playing field as humanity again, when she'd become something else. Something with a hunger for human blood. Yomi still had that hunger, and the means to satisfy it, but still, she was at people's mercy.
Well, she could be good. Until things returned to how they should be.
Yomi stepped inside, the clump of her shoes on the floor giving her entrance away. Her eyes didn't need long to adjust--she looked around her, taking in the room as though in the midst of deciding if she should stay or go. In reality, she had nothing to be hesitant about, and there were only so many worthwhile places to scope out if she couldn't leave the town. Newly legal in body, the bar was a suitable choice.
When her gaze had done a circuit of the room and its occupants, she continued inside, making her way up to the bar. The girl slid into a stool, which put her back to the rest of the bar. Now, was she considered a customer?