[Inej has not been into this at all. This place feels insidious, bad things hiding beneath the shiny, neat surface. It's too perfect.
The teenager is wearing a yellow sweater and high-waisted pants. It was the least offensive thing in her wardrobe, but she looks uncomfortable. She's used to her knit vest, her tighter trousers. She still wears her special slippers, though, keeping that part of herself with her.
She's sitting at the end of a table, her plate of chips and dip beside her as she watches people like a hawk. Maybe she's watching your character carefully and gets caught staring. Or maybe her glum look draws them to her.]
b. Maple park - throughout Oct
[It's depressing, being here without her friends. Without Kaz. And it's infuriating to be forced into a big, happy family. She sneaks off a little early, before breakfast, and finds the teeny park. Really, it's nice, in Inej's opinion. There isn't much greenspace back home.
She's in a sweater and pants again, refusing to wear the dresses as long as she can. Maybe she'll go buy more pants and sweaters. She's scared to take her knives all out, but she has one knife on her at all times, hidden away. Inej's clothes are little dirty. Someone's still been climbing rooftops here. She sits at the bench, braiding and taking out the braid in her hair.
She looks up when your character happens upon her, look sharp and like someone who's been through some stuff.] Are you from here or...?
[She really has no desire to talk to any of those fake-o neighbors.]
c. Network - open - throughout Oct
[Inej decides to use the communication device, speaking to the community at large.]
Hi... my name's Inej Ghafa. I was hoping someone here might know what kruge is. [A pause, and then:] Also, how are you guys managing fitting in? This place doesn't feel right.
d. Halloween
[Their jack-o-lantern is lit still, but Inej runs around turning out the lights in the house, ignoring any protests and locking the door, a small knife in her hand.
She holds up a finger to her lips at anyone in the family that approaches her, whispering,] We're being watched.
Inej Ghafa | Six of Crows
[Inej has not been into this at all. This place feels insidious, bad things hiding beneath the shiny, neat surface. It's too perfect.
The teenager is wearing a yellow sweater and high-waisted pants. It was the least offensive thing in her wardrobe, but she looks uncomfortable. She's used to her knit vest, her tighter trousers. She still wears her special slippers, though, keeping that part of herself with her.
She's sitting at the end of a table, her plate of chips and dip beside her as she watches people like a hawk. Maybe she's watching your character carefully and gets caught staring. Or maybe her glum look draws them to her.]
b. Maple park - throughout Oct
[It's depressing, being here without her friends. Without Kaz. And it's infuriating to be forced into a big, happy family. She sneaks off a little early, before breakfast, and finds the teeny park. Really, it's nice, in Inej's opinion. There isn't much greenspace back home.
She's in a sweater and pants again, refusing to wear the dresses as long as she can. Maybe she'll go buy more pants and sweaters. She's scared to take her knives all out, but she has one knife on her at all times, hidden away. Inej's clothes are little dirty. Someone's still been climbing rooftops here. She sits at the bench, braiding and taking out the braid in her hair.
She looks up when your character happens upon her, look sharp and like someone who's been through some stuff.] Are you from here or...?
[She really has no desire to talk to any of those fake-o neighbors.]
c. Network - open - throughout Oct
[Inej decides to use the communication device, speaking to the community at large.]
Hi... my name's Inej Ghafa. I was hoping someone here might know what kruge is. [A pause, and then:] Also, how are you guys managing fitting in? This place doesn't feel right.
d. Halloween
[Their jack-o-lantern is lit still, but Inej runs around turning out the lights in the house, ignoring any protests and locking the door, a small knife in her hand.
She holds up a finger to her lips at anyone in the family that approaches her, whispering,] We're being watched.