Re: Kit/Mari/Dinah/Cris: the convenience store
Dinah paced the outside of the convenience store for a good fifteen minutes after she saw Mari enter. She couldn't help it. Her legs didn't want stillness .... and well, why not do it outside so she didn't run tracks inside the store? There was an electricity in the atmosphere that prickled right beneath her skin. She didn't look like someone who would tell you the time if you asked, she looked like that person you deliberately swerved on the sidewalk or crossed the street to avoid them.
She finally shook out the shock of blonde hair on top of her head and pushed the door to the convenience store open as if on cue-- right as Mari was mentioning her. She was a wiry frame of a woman and her clothing did nothing to help: jeans had singed holes at the knees, a black t-shirt that was two sizes too big hung past her hips, the red flannel shirt she had borrowed from her brother barely clung to her, it was rolled up tightly around her wrists to keep it in place--but no further, despite the heat.
She froze, then remembered she was a person with other people around--she forced herself to nod toward them not caring if it was enough or not. The scents of food hit her full force and suddenly the cup-o-noodles she had scarfed down prior to the trek here seemed to vanish amid the aroma. The warmth of it overpowered anything else lit beneath the fluorescent lights buzzing up above. Her eyes shifted to the man in the white shirt, then back over to Mari's hidden jangling bracelets, then of course to the large purse Mari had brought with her. Wasn't there supposed to be a second man? She didn't see him yet.