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solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Merope had been accustom to cold nights, freezing places and trying to find a spot that was comfortable to a degree. Her body was beneath a set of tables, on top of a a small piece of fabric that she'd stolen from the thrift store, but nothing more. Merope had wished for something warmer for herself, but she found nothing but a newer dull, dank dress. The dress was barely enough cover for her lithe frame, she was lucky to find shoes in her size.

Finally, she heard a noise and she groaned out her response,"Y-Yes?" Merope forced herself up onto her hands and knees, taking her time to crawl out of her comfort spot and into the light. The figured seemed depressed in how she set, like there was no will for her to live in the first place.