Remi had forgotten how easy it was to get lost in the side streets of a town you didn't know.
She paused, gravel crunching underneath her chunky black platforms, and reached up to take her Lennon-esque sunglasses off, deeming that at this time of the day they weren't necessary. It was getting late since she'd woken up this morning, her first official day on the island.
Even though the side streets were her preferred method of travel, she had lost track of time and place, and had no idea where she currently was. Well, that was part of the point of exploring, but she had miscalculated when they told her she was going to live on an island. She hadn't been expecting something this... Big. It made Hays look even more the part of a small country bumpkin deposit box than she thought it was.
From the general state of her surroundings--graffiti, cracked sidewalks, the occasional dump of litter on the ground--she deduced that she might have just entered this city's red light district, or something akin to it. Hays didn't really have one, but she'd briefly caught a glimpse of the one in Cheyenne when she ran away from home. She'd be lying if she didn't find this mildly intimidating, but she also wasn't one to be scared by new settings. People, sometimes, but not places. Anywhere was better than back home, even here.
Continuing forward, deeper into the backstreets and shady goings-on, she found many a thing here interesting to look at. Like a shop whose sign read in flickering neon letters, "Egor's Dungeon" with questionable mannequins in the window dressed in tacky lingerie. She thought briefly about going inside, before remembering that she likely wouldn't find anything interesting in there worth taking anyways. She did like the garters one of the mannequins was sporting in the window, though. They were cute.
She paused, gravel crunching underneath her chunky black platforms, and reached up to take her Lennon-esque sunglasses off, deeming that at this time of the day they weren't necessary. It was getting late since she'd woken up this morning, her first official day on the island.
Even though the side streets were her preferred method of travel, she had lost track of time and place, and had no idea where she currently was. Well, that was part of the point of exploring, but she had miscalculated when they told her she was going to live on an island. She hadn't been expecting something this... Big. It made Hays look even more the part of a small country bumpkin deposit box than she thought it was.
From the general state of her surroundings--graffiti, cracked sidewalks, the occasional dump of litter on the ground--she deduced that she might have just entered this city's red light district, or something akin to it. Hays didn't really have one, but she'd briefly caught a glimpse of the one in Cheyenne when she ran away from home. She'd be lying if she didn't find this mildly intimidating, but she also wasn't one to be scared by new settings. People, sometimes, but not places. Anywhere was better than back home, even here.
Continuing forward, deeper into the backstreets and shady goings-on, she found many a thing here interesting to look at. Like a shop whose sign read in flickering neon letters, "Egor's Dungeon" with questionable mannequins in the window dressed in tacky lingerie. She thought briefly about going inside, before remembering that she likely wouldn't find anything interesting in there worth taking anyways. She did like the garters one of the mannequins was sporting in the window, though. They were cute.
