WHO: Avery Rollins & Jakob Hale WHERE: Obscenely early Tuesday morning, at the diner when it opens. WHAT: Venturing out on her own for one of the first times since she got here. The shut in has been smelling all that food down the street from her window for ages and just really, really wants some. RATING: PG STATUS: Complete
Although she actually had left her apartment twice since her arrival on Destruction Island - once to feel the grass right outside her apartment where she re-met Bambi, and the other when she was literally dragged to the mandatory holiday event - she hadn't gone out to actually do anything. She was too afraid to actually go outside and interact with people. Her conversation with Rahim had gotten her thinking, though. Maybe she... could go outside. If she tried hard enough.
So, she finally decided Tuesday morning, it was time.
Having money was a also a first for Avery. Growing up she didn't have any - not as a kid, for obvious reasons, not in Foster care... also for obvious reasons. Then of course there was a whole lot of nothing going on while she was at Riken. Having money to spend and the freedom to spend it were both things that were incredibly new to her, and as she left the house in the only winter appropriate clothes she had along with her one jacket. These were also the nicest clothes she could remember ever having owning, though she wasn't sure these actually belonged to her. She couldn't remember buying them, but they were in her closet.
The little diner wasn't all that far from her apartment, and though she peeked outside the doorway before she started walking to make sure no one was around, she found the streets relatively deserted at this hour. They weren't completely void of people, but enough so that she felt a kind of calm and clarity within her own thoughts she had forgotten she could even have. The medications were out of her system, and without so many people around or too close by she could actually be... just herself, feel just her own emotions and think her own thoughts uninfluenced. It almost made her stop when she realized how nice that felt, but the smell of fresh brewed coffee only a few more feet away kept her going.
A small chime signaled her entrance into the diner, and she gave a cautious sort of smile to the waitress as she asked for a cup of coffee, and was promptly led to the counter and given a seat. The only problem now was that she didn't actually know if she liked coffee, or how she liked it.