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Characters: Michele, YOU
Location: Kitchen
Time: Noonish
Content: Cold and cranky child.
Warnings: same as content?
Format: Any
Michele sat at the lake with her feet in the water, it was freezing cold due to the low temperature but it was water. She was wrapped in more clothes than she knew she owned. It was so much colder than home, she didn't think that she would ever be used to this type of weather, but she needed to be outside and near the water. She felt so disconnected from the ocean, it was beginning to upset her. Being here was starting to worry her; she didn't have a lot warm clothing nor did she have much, if any, money to buy some. Although she was here to find her Papa, there was no luck in that department either.
"Mama," she whispered in French, "I still haven't found Papa. Are you sure he's here?"
Her shivering was getting worse and she decided that it would be best to go inside, she had no money for clothes let alone a doctor's bill. Michele trudged unhappily back into her dorm, changing clothes to one of the thicker dresses she had, one with sleeves, one that she hardly ever had a chance to wear on Seychelles. Here in New York, even if the heater was on, it was still to cold for her. Her stomach growled loudly, telling her that she probably should eat something today, so she headed towards the kitchen.
The best part about the kitchen? The ovens really heated up the room and she was content to just bask in their warmth. It was nothing like the sun, but it would do.
Location: Kitchen
Time: Noonish
Content: Cold and cranky child.
Warnings: same as content?
Format: Any
Michele sat at the lake with her feet in the water, it was freezing cold due to the low temperature but it was water. She was wrapped in more clothes than she knew she owned. It was so much colder than home, she didn't think that she would ever be used to this type of weather, but she needed to be outside and near the water. She felt so disconnected from the ocean, it was beginning to upset her. Being here was starting to worry her; she didn't have a lot warm clothing nor did she have much, if any, money to buy some. Although she was here to find her Papa, there was no luck in that department either.
"Mama," she whispered in French, "I still haven't found Papa. Are you sure he's here?"
Her shivering was getting worse and she decided that it would be best to go inside, she had no money for clothes let alone a doctor's bill. Michele trudged unhappily back into her dorm, changing clothes to one of the thicker dresses she had, one with sleeves, one that she hardly ever had a chance to wear on Seychelles. Here in New York, even if the heater was on, it was still to cold for her. Her stomach growled loudly, telling her that she probably should eat something today, so she headed towards the kitchen.
The best part about the kitchen? The ovens really heated up the room and she was content to just bask in their warmth. It was nothing like the sun, but it would do.