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bellachaotica[Melia wants to be here. ... Not really. Maybe. There's a part of her that does, and an even smaller part of her that is screaming in agony and childlike fear because she feels something - maybe knows something - and that scares the rest of her that wants to leave town now, even though she just got here. She's ignoring the most of her. Maybe listening to the smaller part. But definitely just trying to be herself. Whatever that entails at the moment.
Always the moment. Everything else changes too much.
She's new in town, but she's rolling with it. She's been here for three days now, which she figures is long enough to deal with suddenly owning a home around here. Time to get out of this home she now owns and wander about the town. Best to get the lay of the land after all, right?
She's here for a reason, after all. She'll figure out the specifics of it eventually, but in the meanwhile, she's got a pretty good idea.
Afternoon finds her wandering the streets, hands in her coat pockets and smiling like she's just enjoying a pleasant stroll through the town. She eventually reaches one of the parks, and redirects herself to sit on an empty bench. She's not watching anything or anyone in particular, mostly just taking in the look and the feel of the town around her. At least she looks content.
She probably doesn't look like she belongs here yet. Figures, she only just got here, after all. But she's approachable enough. Just maybe try not to sneak up on her... ]
Always the moment. Everything else changes too much.
She's new in town, but she's rolling with it. She's been here for three days now, which she figures is long enough to deal with suddenly owning a home around here. Time to get out of this home she now owns and wander about the town. Best to get the lay of the land after all, right?
She's here for a reason, after all. She'll figure out the specifics of it eventually, but in the meanwhile, she's got a pretty good idea.
Afternoon finds her wandering the streets, hands in her coat pockets and smiling like she's just enjoying a pleasant stroll through the town. She eventually reaches one of the parks, and redirects herself to sit on an empty bench. She's not watching anything or anyone in particular, mostly just taking in the look and the feel of the town around her. At least she looks content.
She probably doesn't look like she belongs here yet. Figures, she only just got here, after all. But she's approachable enough. Just maybe try not to sneak up on her... ]
