06-11-2020, 02:58 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]joining this flintlock hadn't been her intention. eddie was a one-night stand to lorena whose supplies she'd meant to swindle and go, except it hadn't worked out that way. he'd caught her, and to save face, she agreed to go with him. to here. this group. his group. sure, it hadn't been her intention, but lorena would be lying if she said she preferred being alone.
in fact, the opposite was true. whoever said that they preferred solitude over company were simply lying; naturally, humans were built to seek out, and find solace in one another. maybe more-so in the new world, but not much has changed? if anything, maybe they needed each other more than ever.
the atmosphere is different than her last group had been. kim recruited girls, and only girls, who were physically attractive. personalities ranged, but to be accepted, one had to learn to be brutal and borderline misandrist. lorena came in looking for family, and so, was willing to do whatever it took; already, she harbored deep-rooted hatred towards those who wronged her, which more often than not happened to be men. taking that out on the victim's she found to be relatively easy. in her previous group, there was never a dull moment; kim simply wouldn't allow it. chaos reigned.
here... it was different here. upon arrival, she noticed the quiet. bustling here and there, but other than that, nothing. men reigned the halls without fear of victimhood; women didn't viciously point out each other's flaws to boost their own insecurities. the lodge was luxurious in comparison to the cramped motel, and there wasn't a stench of alcohol or drugs, but firewood.
it was something that maybe she should have had when she was young; but she's twenty-two now, and rather than comforting, it just is odd. the only real person she takes comfort in is josephine, a girl that could have probably made it in her previous group. she was attractive enough. she's the only one that knows that lorena is an english-speaker, and she's good with keeping it that way, at least for now. lorena is perfectly comfortable in her faux victimhood. where she can blend without much question about who she was or where she came from.
she's more accustomed to the nighttime, it's quieter then. slips from her room to go down to the living area where the whisk of a fire still burns steadily. in her hands, she carries her rabbit, diablo. she's relatively big for her age, but lorena's gotten used to carrying her. settling down, she crosses her legs and places diablo onto her lap where she comfortably settles, beginning to stroke the rabbit's ears as she hums softly.
in fact, the opposite was true. whoever said that they preferred solitude over company were simply lying; naturally, humans were built to seek out, and find solace in one another. maybe more-so in the new world, but not much has changed? if anything, maybe they needed each other more than ever.
the atmosphere is different than her last group had been. kim recruited girls, and only girls, who were physically attractive. personalities ranged, but to be accepted, one had to learn to be brutal and borderline misandrist. lorena came in looking for family, and so, was willing to do whatever it took; already, she harbored deep-rooted hatred towards those who wronged her, which more often than not happened to be men. taking that out on the victim's she found to be relatively easy. in her previous group, there was never a dull moment; kim simply wouldn't allow it. chaos reigned.
here... it was different here. upon arrival, she noticed the quiet. bustling here and there, but other than that, nothing. men reigned the halls without fear of victimhood; women didn't viciously point out each other's flaws to boost their own insecurities. the lodge was luxurious in comparison to the cramped motel, and there wasn't a stench of alcohol or drugs, but firewood.
it was something that maybe she should have had when she was young; but she's twenty-two now, and rather than comforting, it just is odd. the only real person she takes comfort in is josephine, a girl that could have probably made it in her previous group. she was attractive enough. she's the only one that knows that lorena is an english-speaker, and she's good with keeping it that way, at least for now. lorena is perfectly comfortable in her faux victimhood. where she can blend without much question about who she was or where she came from.
she's more accustomed to the nighttime, it's quieter then. slips from her room to go down to the living area where the whisk of a fire still burns steadily. in her hands, she carries her rabbit, diablo. she's relatively big for her age, but lorena's gotten used to carrying her. settling down, she crosses her legs and places diablo onto her lap where she comfortably settles, beginning to stroke the rabbit's ears as she hums softly.
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