(2.4) [She was literally just curled up like a tiny child rock looking for little creatures on the beach. With the amount of dirt already smeared all over her, its no wonder she managed to trip someone. Doesn't mean she likes falling over into the lose sand.]
Ow, ow! What are you doing? I saw a leggy thing and now it's getting away! [She points at a crab that's high tailing it. She tries to follow on hands and knees, slow on the unsteady ground.] Help me catch it!
(8.1) She hated being alone. Though she ran that day, she didn't like being away from people. She liked being in a city, even full of people, even less. There was too much color for it to be Bat City, she figured, but it was still making her skin crawl. She just didn't know where else to go.
There was no desert here. It was not the Zones. It's green and buzzing with well fed people and the smell was mildly pleasant rather than the stench of sweat, blood and the aftermath of acid rain. The girl was scared.
She tucked herself into the space between two buildings and started singing, off-key, one of the last songs she'd heard on the radio before she'd left. She waited, for the first person who looked the least like they might shoot her, and reached out for their arm as they walked by.
The Girl | DD: True Live of the Fabulous Killjoys
[She was literally just curled up like a tiny child rock looking for little creatures on the beach. With the amount of dirt already smeared all over her, its no wonder she managed to trip someone. Doesn't mean she likes falling over into the lose sand.]
Ow, ow! What are you doing? I saw a leggy thing and now it's getting away! [She points at a crab that's high tailing it. She tries to follow on hands and knees, slow on the unsteady ground.] Help me catch it!
(8.1)
She hated being alone. Though she ran that day, she didn't like being away from people. She liked being in a city, even full of people, even less. There was too much color for it to be Bat City, she figured, but it was still making her skin crawl. She just didn't know where else to go.
There was no desert here. It was not the Zones. It's green and buzzing with well fed people and the smell was mildly pleasant rather than the stench of sweat, blood and the aftermath of acid rain. The girl was scared.
She tucked herself into the space between two buildings and started singing, off-key, one of the last songs she'd heard on the radio before she'd left. She waited, for the first person who looked the least like they might shoot her, and reached out for their arm as they walked by.
"Hey. You. Um. Where is this?"