Who: Charlie, possibly OTA if you’d like What: Charlie is pissed and may have accidentally caused a fire in the community kitchen. Where: Transitioning from her apartment to the complex kitchen to a safe distance away from the complex itself. When: Present day, evening time
Charlie found her current predicament to be less than ideal. She had spent most of her free time secluded in her apartment within the complex, on the computer trying to look up people she knew with no success. In this world, it seemed, there was no such organization as The Shop. The man who had killed her father in front of her, John Rainbird, had never been born here. Charlie had never been born here. It was all quite overwhelming.
She stood to stretch her legs and soon found herself pacing the length of the room. This, all of it all at once, was intolerable. Charlie made her way to her kitchen which was bare except for a few apples. She had a quirk when it came to apples. She didn’t like to eat the skin at all. It seemed that if she was ever to chomp down on an apple the skin would always stick in between her teeth. Charlie didn’t bother to search the drawers for a knife to peel the apple - She knew that she didn’t have any kind of cutlery at all. It was for this and this alone that she would leave the solitude of her apartment. Because of a damn apple.
The drawers of the community kitchen were stocked with all kinds of silverware and Charlie found a sharp knife in the first place she looked. She quickly went to work, perhaps lacking the precision that came to a person who wasn’t completely pissed off at the world, and wound up slicing the pad of her thumb.
“Shit!” She hissed, trying to keep the volume of the obscenity down. All of this on top of her not existing in this world, on top of being unable to keep a close eye on her enemy, resulted in anger - The most dangerous emotion for Charlie to feel, some would say. She dropped the halfway peeled apple into the sink along with the sharp knife. The bleeding was hardly her first concern. She glanced to the side, seeing some list held onto the refrigerator with a magnet, and the paper curled, the edges glowing red with the heat of a developing fire. Eyes darting from one corner of the room to the next, Charlie couldn’t seem to locate a fire extinguisher. The one she had left was all the way up in her room. She did the only thing she could think to do which was to run outside of the building as quickly as she could, her sneakers smacking the pavement as she tried to distance herself from any and all people.
Charlie had caused raging infernos on better days than the one she was currently experiencing. This was her lot in life, she’d decided. From a distance, she watched the apartment complex. It didn’t seem like she’d done any damage, but just to be sure she pulled out her phone, which was in remarkably good shape in spite of the heat she created, and sent a message to the residents.