Log; Kin and Open Who: Kin and OPEN What: Laundry day Where: Coin laundry When: 1/4 10PM Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for language at least
Laundry night was nothing exciting, and at least it was something very normal to try and keep her sane since she had been living in this tiny goddamn hodunk town. She was born and raised in the shoving, honking, flashing yelling city of Brooklyn and up until three months ago had not gone more south than Jersey--suffice to say, Kin was going a little stir crazy.
It wasn't helped by the fact that she had been trying her damndest to avoid the people she used to call family. The only phone she had was a basic flip phone and the only person who had that number was the owner of the Parlour where she worked and the motel who were both advised not to give it out. Computerless, ID-less and without a vehicle Kin had not even risked going to one of the bars in town lest they press the issue. The only reason she had been able to get her job was because her certification was backed up to an online database that she was able to print out from the office computer.
Thank god they were hurting for artists and piercers alike or he would not have taken her with her requests of cash only and not using her real last name or even her first around the office.
'Ro; plain and simple, an echo of who and what she was just a few months ago. Both a reminder and a taunt all at once.
Whatever, it paid the bills and got her by until--fuck. Until something.
If she were being honest she really had no plan beyond 'hermit and keep quiet' and she had stuck with that at least. Work, groceries, motel, laundry. That was it. Didn't speak much because she would sound like a new yorker until she died, tried not to go near the police station or the diners on the bad side of town because sure as shit that would be where the sorts of people who knew her would be hair style change or no.
It was hard. Because she had never really had to sort herself out, she went through puberty and came of age in the Yakuza who were both her family and employer, she was never lacking for a Role until now.
She sat on top of the washer while it rocked and reached into the top of her laundry bag for her book Bad Monkey and a bag of spicy beef jerky she brought with her.
There were appointments in the morning, one beginning at eight and another at eleven that would go past lunch. However her laundry would likely take at least two hours depending on how many machines she decided to take and she was truly past giving a shit. Her sleep was awful, had never been great but had escalated to shitty since coming to this town. It seemed every hour she woke up back in the box or back behind dunked in that stupid fucking tank with that goddamned magic good that destroyed her life.
The worst, obviously, was the ones where everything was back to normal. Where she still looked at her boss with adoration and trust instead of the fear and resentment that she thought of him with now. Part of her wanted to lash out at the thought that what happened to her was happening to his other 'kids', but the rest of her didn't give a damn and wasn't going to risk herself to help anyone else.