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tushanshu_logs2012-08-18 05:26 pm
vaaaansamaaaa) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-08-18 05:26 pm
Entry tags:
001 ~Life choices~
Characters: Merle and YOU!!
Location: Wood Sector
Situation: Merle hasn't quite gotten around to asking kedan for helping finding the place she was assigned to live, and after being kidnapped, can you really blame her? She also lost her purse of money and won't ask for more, so she's taken to some rather desperate notions... namely, pick-pocketing and stealing. Perhaps you witness her attempts or are a victim of Tu Shanshu's own personal cat-burgler...
Warnings/Rating: None, but will adjust as needed.
There was a simple enough way for Merle to solve the dilemma of not knowing precisely where she lived, but it wasn't as simple as it might have been a week ago.
A week ago, the cat-girl hadn't been abducted and brought to Tu Shanshu; she'd been happily living on Gaea with Van, Hitomi and the others. A week ago she hadn't yet been kidnapped again by a gang intent on getting some manner of ransom for her same return. A week ago, she might have approached the kedan with an open air of curiosity and asked for help.
A lot changes in a week and now Merle, free from captivity with the help of Ororo and Damian is still homeless. Only now, the easily solved problem of finding out where she's supposed to live is that much harder because she will not ask the kedan for help. She's angry at them, but moreso she is scared of approaching them or being approached by them.
The cat-girl has taken to sleeping in any place that looks safe enough to conceal her, and with an empty coin purse, to stealing food to eat.
Why hasn't she asked help of those few she's gotten to know here? Because while she's hungry and scared, she's also proud to a fault at times. Merle has always considered herself capable and street-smart, even if her life was never terribly unfortunate... until now. So, she keeps her problems to herself and has thus far been managing well enough. Public washrooms make for quick cleanup of dirt and grime, although her fur and hair are looking a little worse for wear of late.
Today is no different then the last several and in the early morning she is already up and prowling, looking for something to eat, when she spies a pie cooling on a window-sill. Tummy gurgling in anticipation she creeps in, making away with it before the kedan know what's happened. She sits on one of the town fountains, hurriedly eating the pie between hisses of pain as she scalds tongue and fingers, both, ear flicking this way and that.
She eats her fill and leaves, sucking her fingers and claws clean. The day is waking and with every moment, more and more kedan stir and begin their daily routines. And while she won't ask for help directly, she will help herself to what she can and where there are kedan, there are pockets to pick. She moves amongst them, steps and fingers light.
Location: Wood Sector
Situation: Merle hasn't quite gotten around to asking kedan for helping finding the place she was assigned to live, and after being kidnapped, can you really blame her? She also lost her purse of money and won't ask for more, so she's taken to some rather desperate notions... namely, pick-pocketing and stealing. Perhaps you witness her attempts or are a victim of Tu Shanshu's own personal cat-burgler...
Warnings/Rating: None, but will adjust as needed.
There was a simple enough way for Merle to solve the dilemma of not knowing precisely where she lived, but it wasn't as simple as it might have been a week ago.
A week ago, the cat-girl hadn't been abducted and brought to Tu Shanshu; she'd been happily living on Gaea with Van, Hitomi and the others. A week ago she hadn't yet been kidnapped again by a gang intent on getting some manner of ransom for her same return. A week ago, she might have approached the kedan with an open air of curiosity and asked for help.
A lot changes in a week and now Merle, free from captivity with the help of Ororo and Damian is still homeless. Only now, the easily solved problem of finding out where she's supposed to live is that much harder because she will not ask the kedan for help. She's angry at them, but moreso she is scared of approaching them or being approached by them.
The cat-girl has taken to sleeping in any place that looks safe enough to conceal her, and with an empty coin purse, to stealing food to eat.
Why hasn't she asked help of those few she's gotten to know here? Because while she's hungry and scared, she's also proud to a fault at times. Merle has always considered herself capable and street-smart, even if her life was never terribly unfortunate... until now. So, she keeps her problems to herself and has thus far been managing well enough. Public washrooms make for quick cleanup of dirt and grime, although her fur and hair are looking a little worse for wear of late.
Today is no different then the last several and in the early morning she is already up and prowling, looking for something to eat, when she spies a pie cooling on a window-sill. Tummy gurgling in anticipation she creeps in, making away with it before the kedan know what's happened. She sits on one of the town fountains, hurriedly eating the pie between hisses of pain as she scalds tongue and fingers, both, ear flicking this way and that.
She eats her fill and leaves, sucking her fingers and claws clean. The day is waking and with every moment, more and more kedan stir and begin their daily routines. And while she won't ask for help directly, she will help herself to what she can and where there are kedan, there are pockets to pick. She moves amongst them, steps and fingers light.