07-09-2017, 11:42 PM
Kalopsia Hanson
With her hands bandaged and taken care of from her fall, Kalopsia was wandering around her new temporary home, lost of course in thought. Where would she stay? What kind of people would she meet? Things were rather... violent here, would she be safe? Would she have to resort to that kind of violence to stay alive? Be accepted? Would she stay long? What would she do here if she didn't have to fight? The people she'd seen so far looked like they had some stories, but they also looked like they weren't the type to share, or play games.
Seeing a house that didn't look like it had anyone living in it, she peered through a window. Someone had told her to just pick a place to stay, advising her that she'd probably have to fight for it if it was occupied and she wasn't invited. Was that a shadow, or a person over there? It was too dark to be sure. "Hello?" She called, squinting.
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Seeing a house that didn't look like it had anyone living in it, she peered through a window. Someone had told her to just pick a place to stay, advising her that she'd probably have to fight for it if it was occupied and she wasn't invited. Was that a shadow, or a person over there? It was too dark to be sure. "Hello?" She called, squinting.
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