Characters: Rosette Christopher, Courtney Crumrin
Setting: Journey Bedroom
Time: Night 004, pushing toward the middle of the night
Summary: Rosette's borderline starving, and decides to swipe some food - Courtney catches her
Warnings: ...stealing? Uh.
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The irony wouldn't escape her. )
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Courtney was a practical girl, and she knew that things like that shouldn't bug her, but somehow it unnerved her. This house was trying to do a lot of that, she noticed, and not blatantly by shoving monsters down her throat every second. She had a sudden urge to go back to bed, hide a little longer, keep track of the food that she still had left.
She heard something... eating in her room. Chewing noises. Slowly, she crept towards the open door, on tip-toes now, unsure of what to do when she saw whatever was in there. Peeking in, she saw that it was...
A girl. A girl dressed as a nun. Eating her stash.Quietly, she snuck up on the girl, hands on her hips, glaring down at her. She made her ( ... )
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She froze when she heard someone behind her, before spinning around as she swallowed something, staring at the young girl in front of her. Well, judging by the look she was getting...she was the owner of this food.
Rosette let out a nervous (and possibly slightly obnoxious) laugh, instinctively tucking the food behind her back.
"Hey there!" she said, acting (and failing at it) like she hadn't done anything wrong, or been caught in the act of taking the other girl's food. Hopefully she would understand, if explained to, but it was awkward either way.
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Finally, after glaring at her for a few moment,s she turned away, going towards the bed. "Whatever. Take what you want and get out of here. I'm too tired to deal with you, anyway."
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She shook her head, and shrugged, finishing off the bit of food that she'd been eating just before the girl's arrival. "I'll make it up to you, somehow, if I have to, but..."
She shook her head again, and dusted her dress off a little bit, before moving to draw her gun, obviously preparing to leave, as asked. If she needed more food later on, she could always look elsewhere. Surely there had to be something in the house.
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Watching the girl from the bed, she waved off the promise with one hand, sullen as ever. "No you won't. I don't care, anyway. Unless you can get me out of this place, you don't really have much to offer, do you?" She was doing what she always did when she'd been stirred up into a whirlpool of stress and frustration - yell and lash out at people. "Why the heck do you have a gun, anyway?" she demanded, eyeing the girl. "You're wearing a nun habit. What are you, a member of the Starving Gun-Nuts for Jesus?"
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