who sticks out a like a sore thumb?

[hejhej]

Who: Lisbeth to start out, but anyone who might be roaming around.
When: Afternoon of the 12th (so today)
Where: A mall within Sector 4
Summary: Lisbeth gears up to become Irene Nesser once more.
Warnings: This is Lisbeth. It's bound to be marred by language.


It was the first day she'd been outside of her apartment ever since arriving to Siren's Port. After her conversation with the lawyer, Lisbeth thought long and hard about working with them. She severely distrusted anyone who had anything to do with the law. Lawyers and psychologists had declared her incompetent and that's what landed her in St. Stefan's... She smoked four cigarettes after thinking about St. Stefan's and then went back to the task at hand. But the money that she'd come with was slowly draining; also the clock was ticking for her to either pay rent for that shithole or move out. Lisbeth didn't have to work at the law office, however; Irene Nesser could do it. Unfortunately for Lisbeth, she burned all of Irene's papers - passport, birth certificate - everything she needed to get a job.

Doctoring those documents again wouldn't be a hassle. She still had credit cards in Irene's name, but did they work here? She wasn't sure. But she had to get her whole outfit together one more time. She'd tossed her wig outside of a moving train when she was going back to Sweden.

You dumbass, she thought to herself, but why? She didn't think she'd end up in a place like Siren's Port. So dressed in her Sunday best of baggy black pants, her faithful caterpillar boots with duct tape holding her left sole together, and a worn black shirt that said "Fuck you you fucking fuck." Of course, no one could see the shirt as it was buried underneath her black coat. Her grey beanie covered her hair as she made her way into the mall. Her messenger bag was slung over her side.

As she walked through the mall, her eyes were focused on the ground.

Comments

[typhlopid]

[Snake frowns when the woman he bumped into says nothing. He's been trying to block her and everyone else out, but it's a little difficult after such a close collision. Annoyance. Intelligence. Interesting.]

I didn't hear you fall or stumble, are you quite alright?

[This is just the sort of thing that his sister warns him about.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth studied him as quickly as she could, looking him up and down before her eyes settled on his face once more. She was tense, always guarded around men. However, his disability seemed to be an advantage for her. Maybe.]

Yes.

[Her answer was short. As always.]

[typhlopid]

[The man is tall, athletic and finely featured, but he carries himself more like someone who would summon the royal guard rather than pick a fight - not out of any personal weakness, but a desire not to get his hands dirty. He has stock-straight posture and voice that is quiet in the way that demands to be listened to.

He wishes he could tell her that he is not a threat, but that his blindness is not the disability most think it is. But he hasn't tipped his hand about his telepathy to anyone, knowing it could lead to another abduction.]

...This place is rather horrid, isn't it? If you are headed to the book store, I recommend against it.

[hejhej]

[Her eyebrows knitted when he mentioned a bookstore, but then they relaxed. Of course - Braille. When he said that the mall was a terrible place, she had no choice but to agree with him. She looked around before turning back to him.]

It smells.

Sorry for the delay!

[typhlopid]

[Snake nods in quiet agreement. She is all prickles and distrust - he understands why. He is sympathetic, somewhat. It is never easy to adjust to an unfamiliar place, filled with unknown quantities. And Siren's Port is uglier than most of the places he's been, save the experiments.]

Indeed. It smells of the legions of unwashed and defeated. I also detect end notes of xenophobia - ironic in a place so filled with unusual mutations - and condescension.

[She will probably turn him down - friendliness, after all, is suspicious - but he decides he will attempt anyway. It is the least he can do for a fellow newcomer, he thinks.]

I was thinking of getting a coffee after this. Somewhere... far out of the field of this place's unique aroma. Will you come with me?