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[smartas]

George isn't a fan of change.

She didn't like it when she died 7 years ago and she certainly doesn't like it now, being in a completely unfamiliar place. Actually, she almost hates it. After 7 goddamn years, she still has those moments where it's just too difficult to accept. And then of course when she's in the middle of getting the hang of this

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[kick_ash]

Curiosity is said to have led to one mostly dead feline, but that wasn't an adage that ever seemed to slow Ashley down. Not only because she was raised by a woman that stopped at no less than finding a complete answer, no matter the cost, but also because she just wasn't a huge fan of cats. That meant the more she learned from others in Chicago, the more she wanted to find out.

She hadn't given up the tactile look of her clothing, but in deference to the radical element, she at least didn't seem to have a gun on her. At last not openly showing. She was trying to find the Conrad, or what remained of it when she saw the blonde woman.

Wariness crept over Ashley's features, thoughts of the hateful and the cleverly disguised in the back of her mind as she gave a nod in greeting. If Martha hadn't willingly said hi to Ashley, she'd still be wandering the streets after all.

[smartas]

George doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know where to go. She doesn't know how she ended up at Chicago and she just doesn't know anymore. There are answers that will reach her eventually, but she needs to find them. On her own? She doesn't know, nor does it matter after her eye catches a someone. An unfamiliar someone, but she's there.

There's a tiny pause that feels as though it lasts minutes.

"Hi," she finally says quietly, emotionless, acknowledging the nod.

[kick_ash]

If it hadn't been for the greetings, Ashley would have kept going and prayed she didn't end up being followed. That changed though when the girl said hi.

Slowing her gait, Ash circumspectly put her hand behind her. She finally paused, head cocking to one side.

"You looking for something?" Maybe not the most welcoming of greetings but she couldn't just assume the girl was new because she wasn't hurrying to or from somewhere. Some people actually had to stop and smell the roses in Chicago, right?

[smartas]

"I-..." George stops herself for a moment. She... what, exactly? "I don't know." She tilts her head down only slightly and awkwardly looks up every once in a while, making sure she keeps some sort of eye-contact. She needs to hold on to this person somehow, which is actually really quite strange; she sees someone she doesn't know she can trust in a place she's never been.

"I think that I'm lost."

But still. She doesn't want to be alone right now. Not here.

She hates this.