Post by Kit Valtrena on Mar 1, 2008 16:04:07 GMT -5
Kit was lucid, lucid for the first time in a while. The feeling of lucidity usually washed over her only this deeply after one of her episodes. As of which she’d woken up in a completely different place with blood on her hands. Thankfully not on her clothes. That would lead to irritating questions. Her hands still tingled giving some clue as to what had happened, and the fact that her clothes, although blood free, were new. After several of these awakenings, she’d learnt to shrug it off, even though the blood, tingling and new clothes indicated someone had probably perished during that last episode.
Kit, even in this knowledge had little problem pushing this to the place in her mind were most events went, the one part she had left were she could forget, everything. Wiping her hands on the grass, the rest of the blood came off in the morning due. As she straightened a familiar pain seared through her stomach – hunger. When exactly was the last time I ate?... Well that can only be answered if you knew how long you’d be out idiot... she answered her own question as she walked towards a place that smelt of food. Finding a bunch of coins in her pocket, she knew you needed them to buy food. Although she had no recollection of how this worked.
She sat down heavily, at a large table, flinching violently at the noise the scarping of the chair made; the noise of metal on metal was painfully familiar. Doing this in the hope so one else would be forced to sit down at the same one as the place wasn’t exactly empty. In that event she could copy what they did, not brining attention to herself. Her dishevelled appearance wasn’t shocking for these parts maybe, but not knowing what to order or how to pay wasn’t normal and would attract unwanted attention
Kit, even in this knowledge had little problem pushing this to the place in her mind were most events went, the one part she had left were she could forget, everything. Wiping her hands on the grass, the rest of the blood came off in the morning due. As she straightened a familiar pain seared through her stomach – hunger. When exactly was the last time I ate?... Well that can only be answered if you knew how long you’d be out idiot... she answered her own question as she walked towards a place that smelt of food. Finding a bunch of coins in her pocket, she knew you needed them to buy food. Although she had no recollection of how this worked.
She sat down heavily, at a large table, flinching violently at the noise the scarping of the chair made; the noise of metal on metal was painfully familiar. Doing this in the hope so one else would be forced to sit down at the same one as the place wasn’t exactly empty. In that event she could copy what they did, not brining attention to herself. Her dishevelled appearance wasn’t shocking for these parts maybe, but not knowing what to order or how to pay wasn’t normal and would attract unwanted attention