Compared to Los Angeles, her time spent back in Lanford has been less of a routine, though there was a steady pace of things that managed to keep her feet moving without being too much, without tripping against the rhythm of sudden surprises that would set her off-course. She liked her days like this--- neither trivial nor fraught. These thoughts were vaguely acknowledged in her head as she fished for the keys to the house she now shared with her brother, fitted them into the lock in a practiced motion, and turned the knob.
Dropping her things onto the floor, she made a beeline for the kitchen to grab something to drink, opting for the pulp-less orange juice, specifically requested by her for when Adam last went grocery shopping. Taking a few pieces of popcorn left on the counter, perhaps from Adam and MIa’s move night, she then treads back to the living room where she moved to sit on the couch, feet propped up on the table, and head tilted up as it leaned against the back of the couch. She’s fallen asleep or a good five to ten minutes, not even having realized it until she was stirred awake by sound coming from the door, as if someone was trying to get in.
She knew Adam was home and was probably long passed out by now, and she wasn’t aware that anyone else was staying with them, hence her sudden alertness. Given the recent news, she couldn’t be too sure of things anymore. Unmoving and a little bit in paralyzed shock, she waited for the door to open, but was already at a stance ready to jump should the intruder be one of the robbers from the news. With a soft click! the door was then ajar until it moved to open itself completely, a silhouetted figure appearing by the doorway.
“I have pepper spray. I’m warning you,” Poppy found herself speaking, her voice trembling as she gripped the edge of the couch, the other scrambling for something on the couch to get a random object to try and threaten the person with, though only came up with a hair brush. “Take a step back!” --- @sierra-moore
