[ How many days have passed since Daisy woke up in this creepy town with its weird weather patterns and dust everywhere? Too many, of course, but it's getting hard to keep track of just how many that is. The stretch of time without sun and lack of properly working clocks made things difficult in a way she wasn't used to, but she's getting there. Unfortunately. A life of dealing with weird on a daily basis means you tend to get the hang of new stuff pretty quickly. So when the fog leaves the forest and decides to just blanket the town—
Well, what better time to go for a walk? Might as well make sure no one's gotten stuck or hurt somewhere.
It's harder to walk with such limited visibility when her powers still aren't working quite the way they should. There's still a buzzing in her bones but it's barely there now, a muted echo that feels like she's been wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. She hates it. She hates even more that she doesn't know whether to blame this place or him.
The sound of someone's voice nearby catches her attention and she turns, moving carefully with slow shuffling steps until suddenly she can see him: a very large, tall man with a face that she can just tell doesn't smile a lot. Maybe not ever. ]
Hey. [ She holds up a hand in a slight wave of greeting, even though they're within arms reach of each other. Pay no attention to the bandages wrapped around her palms, disappearing into the sleeves of her brown coat. ] I'm Daisy. And I'm guessing you're new in town.
THE FOG;
Well, what better time to go for a walk? Might as well make sure no one's gotten stuck or hurt somewhere.
It's harder to walk with such limited visibility when her powers still aren't working quite the way they should. There's still a buzzing in her bones but it's barely there now, a muted echo that feels like she's been wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. She hates it. She hates even more that she doesn't know whether to blame this place or him.
The sound of someone's voice nearby catches her attention and she turns, moving carefully with slow shuffling steps until suddenly she can see him: a very large, tall man with a face that she can just tell doesn't smile a lot. Maybe not ever. ]
Hey. [ She holds up a hand in a slight wave of greeting, even though they're within arms reach of each other. Pay no attention to the bandages wrapped around her palms, disappearing into the sleeves of her brown coat. ] I'm Daisy. And I'm guessing you're new in town.