[that was the first word that effy murmured as soon as she set foot in the courtyard. her weapon, a mini uzi, was sitting comfortably inside its holster which was attached to a belt around her waist. she didn't touch it after she picked it out. she hated weapons, she hated fighting. she made a point not to touch it even as she wandered through the courtyard, stopping at a booth every so often, arms wrapped around herself. perhaps it was comfort, or she was cold. either way, she needed a rain coat.
whatever positivity that she had had when she was speaking to pandora was long gone. she was lost once more, and the woman who had 'explained' the few things that needed explaining hadn't done a great job.
she ends up asking one of the sellers if anyone had ever really escaped from here. sadly, there wasn't a clear answer for her.]
~open.
[that was the first word that effy murmured as soon as she set foot in the courtyard. her weapon, a mini uzi, was sitting comfortably inside its holster which was attached to a belt around her waist. she didn't touch it after she picked it out. she hated weapons, she hated fighting. she made a point not to touch it even as she wandered through the courtyard, stopping at a booth every so often, arms wrapped around herself. perhaps it was comfort, or she was cold. either way, she needed a rain coat.
whatever positivity that she had had when she was speaking to pandora was long gone. she was lost once more, and the woman who had 'explained' the few things that needed explaining hadn't done a great job.
she ends up asking one of the sellers if anyone had ever really escaped from here. sadly, there wasn't a clear answer for her.]