As much as Ellen wouldnât want to be here, it was a good thing that not much has changed since her previous time here. It would make readjusting to the new surroundings a whole lot easier and save her the frustration of having to learn something new. Itâd also mean she wouldnât have to spend some of her time reaching out to others for genuine help. Not to say that she wouldnât accept it if it were offered to her at the right time, but she had more pressing matters to worry about for the time being.
That being her medicine. The stockpile she had left behind was most likely too old for her to use and she wasnât about to toy with fate and take some for fun. Maybe she could save that for some poor victim later. But her first destination was going to be the pharmacy today. And then back home.
âŚÂ She was never going to get used to the passing glances of strangers. Whether they were concerned because of the bandages of the lack of shoes she had on was up for debate, but she could hardly care less. Ellen has hardened herself against the concern others may show for her ; seeing it as nothing more than pity. And perhaps a silent prayer that it wasnât them that needed to suffer the way she did. Regardless, there was no way she was going to feign helplessness to people like that. Sheâs been there and done that and was quite curious to see if there would be other reactions to her.
It wasnât fun to get the optimists all the time. Sometimes she wanted to get people angry.
And so she decided to play with fate and walk quickly to the first stranger that stood out to her among the crowds, tugging at the piece of clothing that was easily reachable to her before looking up at him with feigned bashfulness. â Excuse me âŚÂ do you âŚÂ do you know where I can get medicine? â She knows already, but itâd be interesting to hear if this stranger knows too.
@ambersurvivorâ | thereâs only one thing worse than a murderer. boom. a child.
getting used to new places and surroundings had always been a must for people who were seabound, always travelling around to far off shores. needless to say, law was no different; in fact, had he been the type to tremble at any thought of change he might as well have found a place to settle down and be bored for the rest of his life. but to one who had lost everything when he was a mere ten years old, did such a place of solace even exist? he sincerely doubted it.
either way, although unhappy about his abduction, the point still stood that law had no issues getting accustomed to life in his new surroundings, although he for dear life hoped it was only a temporary evil. he had a place to return to now, a precious family waiting for him, and he could imagine them being out of their good minds in worry for him. especially bepo. the bear had always been one to worry.
it would be a lie to say that he was accustomed to the inhabitants of this place yet -- it seemed big and bountiful in residents, and thus it was impossible to know every single person, but he was pretty sure that the girl tugging at his clothes was someone he had never laid eyes on before. given the girlâs appearance, namely her injuries, law felt as though he would have remembered if only from being a doctor. although he was in no way obligated to use his expertise for others, he couldnât help but take notice when people had obvious conditions of sickness or injury.
she seemed rather timid, and the last thing law wanted was to play babysitter for some young girl who didnât know right from left. heâd already dealt with enough children on punk hazard he felt. âgo to the pharmacy or something,â he said bluntly, glaring down at the small frame that seemed even smaller due to his own height towering over her. despite his words turning her away, he still couldnât help but make a quick assessment from view only, noticing she seemed pretty bad off. âthen again i doubt a pharmacy can help you out in the long run. iâd suggest a doctor instead.â