Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
Location: (North District) Heading to the Mansion
Interacting: No one
Wearing: Click - Black and white kitten onesie; Black boots (x); Black gloves (x); Bag (x)
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Camaree breathes a heavy sigh of relief. She managed to get out of the house without her father asking too many questions about where she's going. Her getup is to further convince him that she's going to a friend's house to spend the night.
Most likely, she'll stay at the mansion.
Trotting along through the neighborhood, her phone is tucked away in the safety of her kitty-bag, which is flung securely over her shoulder, and she holds the strap with both hands.
Icy wind whispers against her face, providing her cheeks with a touch of pink, and she tucks her head down. She quickly moves a hand to hold her hood in place so that it won't be blown down, and a chill rushes over her as the cold slips in through the looseness of her collar around her neck. Perhaps a scarf could have prevented that.
She makes a mental note to remember one next time, having rushed out the door to make it to Raven's party.
Her fuzzy boots crunch through the light snow, and by the familiar houses and mailboxes--specifically the one that's dented and scratched and burned--she can tell she's getting close to her destination.
The wind blow her bangs upward. Ahead, a man in all black walks toward her--his hands are tucked away and he's hunkered forward, wearing a hood that makes it hard to see his face. Camaree pays him no mind, but as she steps past him, she feels her bag catch on something, and it's suddenly ripped from her tiny arms.
Silent, she whirls around to see the man running off with her bag, and only a whisper escapes her as tears immediately form in her eyes, "Wait..."
Interacting: No one
Wearing: Click - Black and white kitten onesie; Black boots (x); Black gloves (x); Bag (x)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________
Camaree breathes a heavy sigh of relief. She managed to get out of the house without her father asking too many questions about where she's going. Her getup is to further convince him that she's going to a friend's house to spend the night.
Most likely, she'll stay at the mansion.
Trotting along through the neighborhood, her phone is tucked away in the safety of her kitty-bag, which is flung securely over her shoulder, and she holds the strap with both hands.
Icy wind whispers against her face, providing her cheeks with a touch of pink, and she tucks her head down. She quickly moves a hand to hold her hood in place so that it won't be blown down, and a chill rushes over her as the cold slips in through the looseness of her collar around her neck. Perhaps a scarf could have prevented that.
She makes a mental note to remember one next time, having rushed out the door to make it to Raven's party.
Her fuzzy boots crunch through the light snow, and by the familiar houses and mailboxes--specifically the one that's dented and scratched and burned--she can tell she's getting close to her destination.
The wind blow her bangs upward. Ahead, a man in all black walks toward her--his hands are tucked away and he's hunkered forward, wearing a hood that makes it hard to see his face. Camaree pays him no mind, but as she steps past him, she feels her bag catch on something, and it's suddenly ripped from her tiny arms.
Silent, she whirls around to see the man running off with her bag, and only a whisper escapes her as tears immediately form in her eyes, "Wait..."
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