02-16-2020, 11:01 PM
MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |
If she closed her eyes long enough, she could envision the busy dining hall was full of different people. A cast of people melted away, leaving only her favorites collected from years lost to wanderlust and fear. But every time she opened her eyes, she was met with the same rabble of Los Santos, and she questioned if she liked that or not.
She went to bed that night with those thoughts still heavy on her mind, and dreamed of blissful nothing. She woke the next morning and it was early, so early the sun hadn't risen yet. A quick trip down to the kitchens and she was rolling up her sleeves and battering a lump of dough into submission, and every so often fluttering around the kitchen to cut up more ingredients or quickly wash her hands in a basin of water.
The city was bathed in a warm dawn light soon enough, and by the time many members of Los Santos had started meandering towards the dining area and a few had poked into the kitchen to start cooking Bub had already completed her task. Simple bread rolls with a side of seared peppers, onions and thinly sliced red meat; Bub had gone with venison since they had plenty of it, and she was familiar with cooking it.
There was enough food for around twenty people to have their fill, so it wasn't quite a feast but it was a lot of food. Bub passed through the morning crowd, two plates full of food and two glasses of water all precariously balanced for her to carry out to the tables.
And in the waking haze, nobody had commented that the young girl was only wearing a tanktop, baggy pajama pants and a mask with the scarring on her neck and left shoulder left exposed. Bub herself didn't act like the behavior was out of place either, because deep down she'd weighed her trust with her groupmates and decided eh, fuck it.
She went to bed that night with those thoughts still heavy on her mind, and dreamed of blissful nothing. She woke the next morning and it was early, so early the sun hadn't risen yet. A quick trip down to the kitchens and she was rolling up her sleeves and battering a lump of dough into submission, and every so often fluttering around the kitchen to cut up more ingredients or quickly wash her hands in a basin of water.
The city was bathed in a warm dawn light soon enough, and by the time many members of Los Santos had started meandering towards the dining area and a few had poked into the kitchen to start cooking Bub had already completed her task. Simple bread rolls with a side of seared peppers, onions and thinly sliced red meat; Bub had gone with venison since they had plenty of it, and she was familiar with cooking it.
There was enough food for around twenty people to have their fill, so it wasn't quite a feast but it was a lot of food. Bub passed through the morning crowd, two plates full of food and two glasses of water all precariously balanced for her to carry out to the tables.
And in the waking haze, nobody had commented that the young girl was only wearing a tanktop, baggy pajama pants and a mask with the scarring on her neck and left shoulder left exposed. Bub herself didn't act like the behavior was out of place either, because deep down she'd weighed her trust with her groupmates and decided eh, fuck it.
[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
IS IT WHAT YOU WANTED THOUGH?
bub ;; she/her ;; 15yrs