Who: Kid-Kenzi and OTA Kid-Jessica What: Week 14 Experiment Where: The gas station to start, then just walking through town When: Slightly backdated to yesterday evening Warnings | Status: TBD | Ongoing
Kenzi had no idea what was happening. All she had known was that she had worked up the courage to run away from home almost a full year ago, and was struggling. But she had thought her struggle was over. Or at least not as bad as it once was. Kenzi had become involved in a tough circle; she got caught up with some bad people. But Ozzie saved her, and offered her a place to live. Sure living in the abandoned parts underground wasn't ideal. It was dark, sometimes it smelled, it was cramped with all the runaway kids, and a little creepy, but it was home. But she didn't get to stay there very long before she found herself somewhere new.
First there was the bed. An actual bed. It had been a long time since Kenzi had one of those to call her own. But then there was the full cabin. She had heard some voices, and rather than finding out who's place she accidentally broke into and fell asleep in, she left to try to find her way home. It was then that she realized she wasn't home. Marco called it a dream town, and maybe he was right. But there was still something off about the whole thing.
But more importantly, he also said there was candy and Doritos at the gas station. Of course, why there was a gas station when there weren't any cars to bee seen around, was beyond her. But Kenzi went with a shoulder bag she found in the room she woke up in, and began to pile in as many chips, candy, and soda she could get into the thing. There didn't seem to be an attendant on duty - not that their presence would've stopped her anyway - so she took as much as she could carry. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses on her way out, she stood in the doorway and looked over the town.
It looked decent enough. Nothing was falling apart at least, and it looked like it could be a place to live. But Kenzi wasn't sure if she wanted to really test that theory. Nobody ever wanted her, and she knew that even if something sounded good, she should stay alert for whenever that inevitable other shoe would drop.