Slice of Life /// Closed
necraltus
Rosie had made it halfway across a district already, and still no sign of finding a border, or any way out. Supposedly there were fences, or a dome, or a deep chasm of sorts, something that kept people from leaving. Certainly most long-time residents seemed resigned to their fate. She hadn't quite given up. If only there were a train or perhaps a plane that she could find, someone would be able to get them out.
Ever since she had met that woman, her mild interest in the situation she was in had soured to a desperate sort of worry, scrambling through the days looking for anything and talking to anyone, huddling in the underground corridors in the nights and trying not to listen to the background noise of static and rats.
Still, the commerce of the whole area fascinated her. No one seemed to have any money, yet shops still operated- coffee, grocery, and clothing were among the more mundane of those shops. And at least such places were good for discovering more PC's, as opposed to the faceless pedestrians.
It was outside of a coffee shop, while trying to decide which direction she ought to begin with today, that Rose spotted someone who felt real, as opposed to a background character. "Hey!" She called, trying to get his attention.
