08-14-2018, 07:34 PM
No one here has had an easy life, San Creado is home to the broken, those who seek refuge in this tsunami-ravaged town want nothing more than to forget their past. At least, that's what Catheryn wants. It's been about a hundred years, more or less, she's stopped keeping track of the passage of time, and yet long-held grudges are hard to forget. Still, the people of this town keep her just busy enough that she doesn't spend the rest of her very long existence dwelling in memories she'd rather not have. Besides, what with the influx of newcomers, she thinks she'll find other people to sigh heavily at before long.
The soft scuff of boots on pavement is what alerts her to an arrival at the town border, if it can be called that. Those who come here are welcomed by nothing more than Rialto's glittery sign, put together in half an hour, the likes of which has probably never been seen anywhere else. Catheryn doesn't like it very much, but at least it's there. Nowadays, she puts more stock in the establishment of identity than she'd used to.
Evening is fast approaching, and whoever's at the edge of town is clearly not a tourist, those are much louder, and Catheryn steers clear of them as much as she can. The stranger is alone, and definitely not here just for pictures with their pineapple, so she decides that she should investigate, lest they're here to wreak havoc. San Creado may be shoddy and ramshackle, but everyone here protects their own.
A split-second moment of concentration has Catheryn disappearing from her perch on her bedroom windowsill to appear, as if out of thin air, next to Rialto's large, glittery sign, and her attention is immediately drawn by the man, who seems very heavily armed. "If you're here to cause trouble," she says, voice low in warning, "I suggest you turn around and leave."
The soft scuff of boots on pavement is what alerts her to an arrival at the town border, if it can be called that. Those who come here are welcomed by nothing more than Rialto's glittery sign, put together in half an hour, the likes of which has probably never been seen anywhere else. Catheryn doesn't like it very much, but at least it's there. Nowadays, she puts more stock in the establishment of identity than she'd used to.
Evening is fast approaching, and whoever's at the edge of town is clearly not a tourist, those are much louder, and Catheryn steers clear of them as much as she can. The stranger is alone, and definitely not here just for pictures with their pineapple, so she decides that she should investigate, lest they're here to wreak havoc. San Creado may be shoddy and ramshackle, but everyone here protects their own.
A split-second moment of concentration has Catheryn disappearing from her perch on her bedroom windowsill to appear, as if out of thin air, next to Rialto's large, glittery sign, and her attention is immediately drawn by the man, who seems very heavily armed. "If you're here to cause trouble," she says, voice low in warning, "I suggest you turn around and leave."
[b][i]moon river, wider than a mile ･ﾟ✧