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[Seems Cheryl's spent enough time in ye olde Boston to have gotten used to the place-- she seems relatively calmer than she was in her first post, at least on the outside. She's been laying low for a while, adjusting and possibly exploring the place; you may or may not have caught a brief glimpse of her on outings around the city, but nothing apart from that. Not to mention she's obeying her common sense by staying inside ever since the rain turned all... acidic.
She is sitting cross-legged in the center of a mattress, her back leaned up against the wall. Disjointed flashes of the room-- some pieces of furniture, dirt-scuffed floors, the dusty and possibly discolored mattress and walls-- show as she adjusts her wrist. Cheryl is wearing the same clothes she arrived in: the white vest, orange turtleneck, and greenish denim skirt, her boots discarded on the floor. There is a necklace visible around her neck-- a spherical locket hanging on a silver chain. She leans forward when she get the CommLink on her wrist into a stable position.]
Hey, guys. Heather here, and uh... I've gotta question. I know we all kinda just got here, but some of you seem to know more than others.
[She shifts, fumbling with the sphere of her locket as she looks about the room.] I've been crashing at that Newton place... The hostel. It's not bad, really-- I'm not one to turn down free roomage. This Newton lady seems nice enough, I guess. Not quite home, of course, but I've been dealing. Better than I thought, actually.
But the problem is, she's only giving us the rooms for three weeks, which... most of you probably already know. Then we have to start paying. And the last freebee week is almost over... Umm, I dunno about you guys, but I've been sorta broke ever since I woke up here. I was gonna take one of the jobs they're offering, but I dunno... They don't seem like the best jobs ever. Seriously. Radiation cleaner? Eh, maybe I'll gain superpowers, but slim chance. [She grins jokingly, and shakes her head.] I'm not goin' near that stuff.
Now I'm thinking about... ya know, going back to school. Gag-worthy thought, but better than risking radiation poisoning and whatever. I did have one more year to go, after all. Anyone know anything about what to expect from 'em? Other than the usual weirdness and conspiracy crap, I mean. That, or if you have a job you don't mind or... Hell, if you feel like straight-up offering me a job, that works too. Talk to me, guys. [She is, after all, quite apparently in a talkative mood.]
[Her eyes wander elsewhere, her expression blank.] Nice weather we're havin' too, huh?
[OoC: Told you there'd be TL;DR. Replies might be a bit slow, but not too bad. :D]
She is sitting cross-legged in the center of a mattress, her back leaned up against the wall. Disjointed flashes of the room-- some pieces of furniture, dirt-scuffed floors, the dusty and possibly discolored mattress and walls-- show as she adjusts her wrist. Cheryl is wearing the same clothes she arrived in: the white vest, orange turtleneck, and greenish denim skirt, her boots discarded on the floor. There is a necklace visible around her neck-- a spherical locket hanging on a silver chain. She leans forward when she get the CommLink on her wrist into a stable position.]
Hey, guys. Heather here, and uh... I've gotta question. I know we all kinda just got here, but some of you seem to know more than others.
[She shifts, fumbling with the sphere of her locket as she looks about the room.] I've been crashing at that Newton place... The hostel. It's not bad, really-- I'm not one to turn down free roomage. This Newton lady seems nice enough, I guess. Not quite home, of course, but I've been dealing. Better than I thought, actually.
But the problem is, she's only giving us the rooms for three weeks, which... most of you probably already know. Then we have to start paying. And the last freebee week is almost over... Umm, I dunno about you guys, but I've been sorta broke ever since I woke up here. I was gonna take one of the jobs they're offering, but I dunno... They don't seem like the best jobs ever. Seriously. Radiation cleaner? Eh, maybe I'll gain superpowers, but slim chance. [She grins jokingly, and shakes her head.] I'm not goin' near that stuff.
Now I'm thinking about... ya know, going back to school. Gag-worthy thought, but better than risking radiation poisoning and whatever. I did have one more year to go, after all. Anyone know anything about what to expect from 'em? Other than the usual weirdness and conspiracy crap, I mean. That, or if you have a job you don't mind or... Hell, if you feel like straight-up offering me a job, that works too. Talk to me, guys. [She is, after all, quite apparently in a talkative mood.]
[Her eyes wander elsewhere, her expression blank.] Nice weather we're havin' too, huh?
[OoC: Told you there'd be TL;DR. Replies might be a bit slow, but not too bad. :D]