Who: Roksana & Open What: Eating, meeting new people When: May 10th, precisely noon Where: The dining hall Warnings: TBD
Puttering around her new little home was... Agonizing. Roksana could go out whenever she pleased but she really preferred it when the sun was high, bearing down on the ground. That was not today. Today was cold and miserable. It was mild. And she was used to this sort of weather but that didn't make her any less awful to be around. Roksana was, in a word, grumpy. She had to go out though, refusing to stay cooped up just because the weather disagreed with her. What she really needed to do was go to the resort, find a nice sauna...
Instead, she had found herself at the dining hall, settled in and eating an apple. Anywhere people might see her - and who wouldn't in the dining hall? People came and went quite regularly. The crunch of the apple pleased her, like a gentler grinding of bones. She was scribbling in an old leather journal, nothing overly important. It just kept her hands busy, kept her mind occupied instead of looking at the occupants of the circus and wondering just how she could ruin the little ones... But she had promised to be good. She could be good.
She kept scribbling in the journal - eyes. Always eyes. Why did she always draw eyes? She couldn't draw any other part of a face but those, she had mastered a long time ago. Her frustration was mounting either way though and after a moment, she threw her pencil down and growled. Another fierce bite of apple as if she could kill it with her teeth and it weren't already just a dead piece of plant.