[ she can hear the monsters, just around the corner. Cashmere's already had the pleasure of watching someone get roughed up by one. she thinks they got away, but didn't stick around to find out what was going to happen next. she's still undecided if it would be worse to be eaten alive or to turn out like one of them, but death is starting to look more enticing as the day goes on. plus: she's already dead at home. so why does it matter?
right now, she's pressed herself up against the wall, hoping if she doesn't move or breathe too loud the terrifying thing won't notice her. she'll give it a few minutes and then try to take off in the opposite direction at full speed, but not while she hears them moving around.
the Stay Quiet plan is abandoned when she hears someone approach from her other side. ]
Psst. Hey. Stop.
[ she keeps her voice as low as she can, but she's also not about to risk this newcomer wandering straight into harm's way. mostly because it would also put her in harm's way. ]
[ scenario 3 ]
[ this is not really a good look for Cashmere. her hands and forearms are stained with blood from an earlier run-in with a monster that she has yet to find the words to properly describe. she's going with mutt but it doesn't look like anything she's seen before. her hair's been tied back into a ponytail, and that's starting to look worse for wear too. she needs new clothes and a shower, but both of those are concerns for later now that she's spotted the food that's just a pane a glass away.
she's disappointed but not surprised to find the door locked, giving it an angry kick for good measure. the only way to the food is through the window, it seems, and she raps her knuckles against it. not too thick - she could break it easily enough. the possibility of the windows somehow being alarmed occurs to her, which is less of a concern of drawing the attention of the shop owner than it is a concern of drawing the attention of another monster.
well, fuck it. Cashmere's just going to put her fist through the window unless someone stops her. ]
Cashmere | The Hunger Games + crau from checking in
[ she can hear the monsters, just around the corner. Cashmere's already had the pleasure of watching someone get roughed up by one. she thinks they got away, but didn't stick around to find out what was going to happen next. she's still undecided if it would be worse to be eaten alive or to turn out like one of them, but death is starting to look more enticing as the day goes on. plus: she's already dead at home. so why does it matter?
right now, she's pressed herself up against the wall, hoping if she doesn't move or breathe too loud the terrifying thing won't notice her. she'll give it a few minutes and then try to take off in the opposite direction at full speed, but not while she hears them moving around.
the Stay Quiet plan is abandoned when she hears someone approach from her other side. ]
Psst. Hey. Stop.
[ she keeps her voice as low as she can, but she's also not about to risk this newcomer wandering straight into harm's way. mostly because it would also put her in harm's way. ]
[ scenario 3 ]
[ this is not really a good look for Cashmere. her hands and forearms are stained with blood from an earlier run-in with a monster that she has yet to find the words to properly describe. she's going with mutt but it doesn't look like anything she's seen before. her hair's been tied back into a ponytail, and that's starting to look worse for wear too. she needs new clothes and a shower, but both of those are concerns for later now that she's spotted the food that's just a pane a glass away.
she's disappointed but not surprised to find the door locked, giving it an angry kick for good measure. the only way to the food is through the window, it seems, and she raps her knuckles against it. not too thick - she could break it easily enough. the possibility of the windows somehow being alarmed occurs to her, which is less of a concern of drawing the attention of the shop owner than it is a concern of drawing the attention of another monster.
well, fuck it. Cashmere's just going to put her fist through the window unless someone stops her. ]