InsaneJournal

Day One: 12:30 pm
Who: Illyana Rasputin and Remy LeBeau
What: Hunting for clothing and shoes
When: Day 1 - 12:30 pm
Where: The shops on the west side of the street
Rating: PG?
Status: Active



After her initial encounter with the good Dr. House, Illyana had opted to stay put in the abandoned home, exploring the rooms and confirming that, indeed, everything had been stripped bare. There was no running water in the taps, which meant the toilets wouldn't flush, but at least there were toilets. She hesitated to go out at first, not out of concern for her own modesty - she'd never been body-shy, but out of concern for the weather. It was a bit chilly outside, as she'd found out when she opened the front door, so she'd decided to wait till the sun was a bit higher in the sky and it warmed up a little before she set out exploring. That also gave her a chance to communicate with the other people here and find out what she could before stepping outside into the unknown. Reconnaissance.

Once the sun hit the apex of the sky, Illyana decided enough was enough, and headed out, keeping the holey socks on her feet so they wouldn't get ripped up by the concrete or pavement. It had warmed up a bit, thank goodness, and there didn't seem to be many people about as she made her way up the lane. Maybe they'd all gone into hiding, or were congregating elsewhere. She'd seen people writing about a diner, and maybe she'd swing by there, but not till after she found clothing that would be more practical. The Darkchylde's wardrobe wasn't really suitable for a place like this. She'd need shoes and sturdy pants - jeans, if she could find them.

Seeing nothing but a library at the cross street, she turned left, heading toward the diner and what looked like a shopping arcade beyond it. She passed the diner and headed toward the shops, deciding that shoes would be the first thing she'd look for. Bare feet and pavement would not work, and she'd wear through the socks pretty quickly otherwise. She carried her little box with her, shifting it from one hand to the other as she walked. She'd need to find something with a pocket large enough to carry the contents, hopefully a coat of some sort.

"Marty's Shoes," she muttered, catching sight of the sign above one of the shops. She grinned. That would be promising. At least, she hoped so. She yanked on the door, peering in through the glass as she did so. She might have to resort to boys' shoes.