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After two weeks on the Island, the information Riza had managed to gather was distressingly paltry. She had learned a good amount about the Island's geography and had a fair idea how the government and infrastructure worked. The people seemed to be kind and friendly and more or less content with their lives. But the answers she really needed -- what brought her here? why? how could she get home? -- continued to elude her.
It frustrated her. And it angered her that it frustrated her. She had done long-term reconnaisance work before. The more important the answers, the longer it took you to find them. She knew this; she was used to this. It had never frustrated her before. Her patience had never worn thin. This should not have been a problem. But every day her frustration mounted. Her injury was healing nicely; soon she would be discharged completely from the clinic and she would either have to build her own hut or get a room in the Compound. She wasn't interested in either of those things. She did not want to make a life here.
She tried to spend at least a few hours a day exploring the Island and talking to people, but more often than not she found herself alone in the entrance to the cavern. It was generally quiet, which she appreciated, and it was the least alien-looking place on the island. She had been in caverns like this in Amestris. She had nearly died in one. It was morbid, but comforting.
Her senses were on high alert; as a soldier, your senses always had to be sharp. When she heard someone approach, she did not whirl around and try to look threatening...but she did make sure she had a rock hidden in her hand. Anything could be a weapon if you needed it to be.
[ooc: Dated earlier in the day, before the Newbies Mixer]
It frustrated her. And it angered her that it frustrated her. She had done long-term reconnaisance work before. The more important the answers, the longer it took you to find them. She knew this; she was used to this. It had never frustrated her before. Her patience had never worn thin. This should not have been a problem. But every day her frustration mounted. Her injury was healing nicely; soon she would be discharged completely from the clinic and she would either have to build her own hut or get a room in the Compound. She wasn't interested in either of those things. She did not want to make a life here.
She tried to spend at least a few hours a day exploring the Island and talking to people, but more often than not she found herself alone in the entrance to the cavern. It was generally quiet, which she appreciated, and it was the least alien-looking place on the island. She had been in caverns like this in Amestris. She had nearly died in one. It was morbid, but comforting.
Her senses were on high alert; as a soldier, your senses always had to be sharp. When she heard someone approach, she did not whirl around and try to look threatening...but she did make sure she had a rock hidden in her hand. Anything could be a weapon if you needed it to be.
[ooc: Dated earlier in the day, before the Newbies Mixer]