originally posted in:The New Dojo
Snow was strolling along in the woods, clad in a heavy grey hoodie and darker grey sweatpants. She seemed to be enjoying the day peacefully, her hands in her hoodie's pocket. She sighed as she watched the snow fall, reminding her of her past in Siberia. She kept walking, hoping that something might brighten her day...
[spoiler]open to conversation, or whatevs[/spoiler]
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*As she walks through the woods she sees something move out of the corner of her eyes. It appears to be human, wearing snow camouflage and watching you*
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She walks faster, a little concerned she's being watched.
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*She doesn't seem to be advancing towards her, just simply watches, wondering what she's doing.*
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She slows down again, still uneasy as she sits on a bench to put on some gloves, as her hands were getting cold.
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*After a moment, the figure walks up to Snow, taking off her hood to reveal long chestnut brown hair* What might you be doing here?
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She jumps a little. "J-just going for a walk... it helps me clear my head."
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*She nods* Hello then. My name is Cyan. You?
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"Im Snow, nice to meet you." She holds out a hand, covered in a mitten with a snowflake pattern.
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*She holds her hand out as well, shaking Snow's* Nice to meet you
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"So... what brings you outside?"
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Well, uh, I live out here
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"Oh. Is this your bench?"
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No, I live in these woods, as with the rest of the Exiled
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"Oh. Uhm.. ok."
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Pardon? What's up?
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"Uhm.." She looks up. "A few birds."
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I mean with you. You seem to be a bit off... Is there a problem?
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"Oh, me? No, nothing wrong. Not at the moment anyway..."
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Oh, alright. You just sounded a little uncomfortable is all
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"So...uhm..." She didnt really know what to talk about.
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So where did you come from?
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"Long story... if youre asking where i just came from, ive been staying at the Dojo for some time now, around two months."
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I have time
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"It's not something i like talking about..." She rubs her arm, specifically around her bicep. It could either be taken that she's nervous of remembering a past wound.
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oh...