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wildestlogs2021-12-09 11:37 am
unsealthecatbox) wrote in wildestlogs2021-12-09 11:37 am
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Not a Moment Alone When You're Part of This Group
Who: Locked to Bunny, Dan, and Ange
What: Checking on the lonely girl over here
Where: Edge of the Camp
When: A week after the camp was established
Warnings/Notes: N/A
They're all probably going to move on from here soon, Ange is certain of that. She doesn't feel particularly ready to do that yet.
Despite that, she has tried hard to get used to life in this magical fantasy land. This is not her first time as a runaway, pursued by powerful people who absolutely would harm or kill you if given the chance. True, in her world those who did were just normal brutes and ruthless pursuers, not monsters with debilitating auras or women with straw hats, but the core of all was still intact: she was on the run.
...the part where she has to stay in abandoned troll markets, forage for food, and be in proximity to what amounts to a small community of the strangest people she has ever met is new, though. That so many can be considered supernatural, or some even are obviously not human, doesn't bother her as much as she thought it would, but it still is a change.
Still, Ange has been generally her usual loner self. She doesn't really seek anyone, most of her interactions being because she stumbled upon someone or because she was woken up early in the morning by some insomniac wanting to play two truths and one lie. Looking for sustenance and gathering supplies from the market is done alone more often than not. Cooking is a one-person activity, and meals are taken alone, although within sight of anyone in the camp. More often than not her face still has that neutral, unwelcoming expression. Anyone who has been paying attention to the whereabouts of other people would notice Ange Ushiromiya hasn't been mingling around much.
Today is no different. As usual, she's at the edge of the camp, with a pile of leather bags recovered from the market, trying to figure out which ones are good enough to be taken for the trip. It's easy enough work, really, allowing her mind to wander and interact with other people.
Prime target for any of the more sociable individuals of the group, really!
What: Checking on the lonely girl over here
Where: Edge of the Camp
When: A week after the camp was established
Warnings/Notes: N/A
They're all probably going to move on from here soon, Ange is certain of that. She doesn't feel particularly ready to do that yet.
Despite that, she has tried hard to get used to life in this magical fantasy land. This is not her first time as a runaway, pursued by powerful people who absolutely would harm or kill you if given the chance. True, in her world those who did were just normal brutes and ruthless pursuers, not monsters with debilitating auras or women with straw hats, but the core of all was still intact: she was on the run.
...the part where she has to stay in abandoned troll markets, forage for food, and be in proximity to what amounts to a small community of the strangest people she has ever met is new, though. That so many can be considered supernatural, or some even are obviously not human, doesn't bother her as much as she thought it would, but it still is a change.
Still, Ange has been generally her usual loner self. She doesn't really seek anyone, most of her interactions being because she stumbled upon someone or because she was woken up early in the morning by some insomniac wanting to play two truths and one lie. Looking for sustenance and gathering supplies from the market is done alone more often than not. Cooking is a one-person activity, and meals are taken alone, although within sight of anyone in the camp. More often than not her face still has that neutral, unwelcoming expression. Anyone who has been paying attention to the whereabouts of other people would notice Ange Ushiromiya hasn't been mingling around much.
Today is no different. As usual, she's at the edge of the camp, with a pile of leather bags recovered from the market, trying to figure out which ones are good enough to be taken for the trip. It's easy enough work, really, allowing her mind to wander and interact with other people.
Prime target for any of the more sociable individuals of the group, really!