Wandering (ota)
So, here she was. A few days after her arrival and she finally left her hotel room. It wasn't that she was being anti-social (except that she was because she's wary of most interactions in general). She was just adjusting to her situation in her own way. That's her story and she's sticking to it.
Eventually, she realized this wasn't the best way to handle things. She wasn't going to learn a thing about her new surroundings or the people here or whatever stupid lesson she had to learn, seated in her room all day. She was now wandering around the town. Occasionally, she'd step into a shop to look around and maybe even speak to whoever was in there.
Mostly, though, she kept herself outside. She was comfortable there. Easier to people watch.
[ooc: find her almost anywhere except for bars and adult entertainment stores. And if there are stables anywhere, it's distinctly possible to find her there. The girl absolutely loves horses.]
Eventually, she realized this wasn't the best way to handle things. She wasn't going to learn a thing about her new surroundings or the people here or whatever stupid lesson she had to learn, seated in her room all day. She was now wandering around the town. Occasionally, she'd step into a shop to look around and maybe even speak to whoever was in there.
Mostly, though, she kept herself outside. She was comfortable there. Easier to people watch.
[ooc: find her almost anywhere except for bars and adult entertainment stores. And if there are stables anywhere, it's distinctly possible to find her there. The girl absolutely loves horses.]