Who: Reileen Kawahara Zhang & Garin Braden What: Random run in Where: Town When: Afternoon Warnings: TBD Status: in progress, closed
Reileen was poor. We're talking the poorest of the poor of the poor. Her husband was a Chinese immigrant who had come over for a better life, instead, they'd ended up indentured farmers. They worked a farm for a family and had a small plot for themselves to farm. They were barely surviving and looked it, her husband worked long, long hours and barely was able to put food on the table. One of the side effects of not being well off, or even barely functional, is her husband truly didn't have a care about her safety.
As such, she was in town, in an old worn thin dress, barefoot, with her long hair in a tight braid down her back. She certainly looked downtrodden and as poor as she was. She moved easily through the shadows, a quiet grace despite her lot in life, though she ducked down an alleyway, fingers searching through a pile of debris for something she could use at home. The sound of footsteps made her jump and back up against the wall, eyes narrowed.