Who: Snow White and Shoshanna Dreyfus When: June 22nd, Afternoon. Where: Different sectors throughout the city. Summary: Apartment hunting! Warnings: None that I ca think of!
Shoshanna ran a hand through her hair; the breeze had picked up and it was fast becoming a tangled mess. Glancing over Snow's shoulder at the newspaper, she made a little noise of agreement.
"Mm. It seems there aren't any that could be considered mid-range." The ones they had looked at that were affordable had nearly all been dismal, and all the nice ones were more than even the two of them combined could afford. Adjusting her bag further up her shoulder, Shoshanna reached out a hand to point at another listing.
"I think this one is quite nearby." She was starting to get the hang of Siren's Port; after the dismally-planned avenues of Paris, it was quite easy once she learned her way around. She gave the other girl a brief smile, trying not to be so intimidating and grim all the time.
"Maybe not, but there has to be some place in our price range," Snow said, adjusting her purse for a moment as she checked the listing the other woman pointed out.
"Hm. It's close by, and if it doesn't work, it's another we can cross off the list. If that doesn't work, well. No rest for the weary."
Her smile turns a little grim. "Though I would like to be off the street before the sirens go off." A short laugh, and she gestures in the direction of the street the next apartment is located on.
As they walk, Shoshanna decides to make conversation. "All this is making me miss my rooms above my cinema back home. It was nice, living there--like my own little hideaway." And truthfully, there was much to hide from.
She smiled faintly. "That's something I agree with. I don't want to be out after sirens; I'm not up to dealing with any monsters."
She folded the newspaper and put it back in her purse, walking side by side with the other woman. "Mm. That does sound nice, actually. Back home I had an apartment, but it was a nice one, and it was around a lot of people I knew. I miss it, sometimes, being here. It's easy to miss home, isn't it?"
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"Mm. It seems there aren't any that could be considered mid-range." The ones they had looked at that were affordable had nearly all been dismal, and all the nice ones were more than even the two of them combined could afford. Adjusting her bag further up her shoulder, Shoshanna reached out a hand to point at another listing.
"I think this one is quite nearby." She was starting to get the hang of Siren's Port; after the dismally-planned avenues of Paris, it was quite easy once she learned her way around. She gave the other girl a brief smile, trying not to be so intimidating and grim all the time.
"It might be worth a try, at least."
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"Hm. It's close by, and if it doesn't work, it's another we can cross off the list. If that doesn't work, well. No rest for the weary."
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As they walk, Shoshanna decides to make conversation. "All this is making me miss my rooms above my cinema back home. It was nice, living there--like my own little hideaway." And truthfully, there was much to hide from.
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She folded the newspaper and put it back in her purse, walking side by side with the other woman. "Mm. That does sound nice, actually. Back home I had an apartment, but it was a nice one, and it was around a lot of people I knew. I miss it, sometimes, being here. It's easy to miss home, isn't it?"
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