Who: Allie Drake and OPEN! Where: Around town What: Hunting... clothes When: Sunday morning Rating: TBD, likely low Open: YES Status: ongoing
She'd made her own way to the centre, bruises be damned. They didn't much bother her anymore, just other injuries to add to the pile and Allie was an expert in ignoring pain. The streets were quiet, though she knew that she wasn't alone here. The island (she could smell the salt water all around) was inhabited, considering the number of lights she'd seen turned on in the apartments last night and Allie knew that it was better to keep her head down for the time being. Going undetected was easy at first, she'd found her own way without relying on strangers to point her (though she figured you had to be a moron not to head toward the tower with a name on top and find civilisation). Her apartment was furnished but she quickly realised that there was no food in her pockets, no clothes in her closet and she couldn't remember the last time she actually had more than stolen tap water to drink. It was a life she wasn't happy with but at least it was hers to choose. That was all that mattered.
In the early morning Sunday light, she walked briskly down the streets, searching for clothes stores and hopefully a supermarket she could get a five finger discount act. What she lacked in dexterity after the experiments, she made up for in sheer balls. She never stole more than she needed though and often had to glare longingly at ice cream tubs and displays of pies and cookies.