( open interaction ; the isle of the lost )
claudine, as was asked of her, was taking care of the family creperie. her father was out doing lord knows what so it was left in her capable hands. currently, she was perched up on the rickety wooden table that creaked from poor structure.
focused solely on the damaged old book she held in her hands, leave it to the frollo family to have managed to find a bible in all of the chaos of the isle, sure, it was all beaten up due to potential years of use, but it was readable, the young girl’s only true refuge from the hardships of the isle was that she had something to believe in, that there was something beyond this life, that she had something to look forward to when this hell was all over.
the creaking of a door as it opened, claudine stopped her reading in it’s tracks and placed the book down on the table where she sat. forcing a smile as she attempted to show any form of positive customer service, “how may I be of service?” she’d ask in a tone that could only be described as overly soft, as was her general appearance while on the isle. finally, she hopped down from the table, hearing it’s scream-esque noises once more as she did, it was only a matter of time before it collapsed on itself.
