–; starter for @sheeporbeef
Barely any time has passed, but this honestly feels like the longest day of her life. She met some kind people today, which helped her ease her nerves, but they didn’t really know how to go back home, either. Expected, but still disheartening. Molly isn’t sure why she’s ‘chosen’ for this kind of thing-- she’s not special whatsoever. She’s just a girl trying to make do with what she has. She doesn’t get it at all.
Was this some kind of cruel trick played on her? Right when she made new friends, she had to leave them behind for whatever this city wants. It almost made her frustrated, but those feelings soon disappeared into a weird disinterest. Being worked up over it won’t change her situation, even if it’s confusing. All she can really do is go along for the ride and wait it out. Right.
Despite it all, at least the people who run this place gave her a welcome package and a key. She put the package into her backpack (the items in it were honestly pretty useful) and held onto the key, raising an eyebrow and looking around.
❝ Is this the key to where I’ll be staying at...? ❞
The name Chamomile Apartments is etched on it, so that’s the most logical conclusion she could make.
❝ Well, time to check out my new home, I guess. ❞
She sighs to herself for the umpteenth time, dragging herself along to the building. Thankfully she was already close by, so she didn’t have to spend much time walking around to look for it. She walks inside and goes down the hall, using the elevator and finding her room after a bit of searching. Second floor... she’ll keep that in mind. Molly opens the door and closes it behind her, taking off her backpack and setting it on a nearby chair.
She won’t lie, this is a pretty nice room. Everything is furnished and comfortable... better than living off the streets, that’s for sure. Does she have it all to herself? Hopefully, she’s used to having to share everything with her dad and sister. It would be a nice change.
But for now, she decides to just... flop on the couch face first. She’s going to stay here and process everything. Maybe even take a nap, in hopes this is all some really weird lucid dream. Not much else she can do otherwise.














