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NAME YOU’D LIKE TO GO BY? Lu YOUR PREFERRED PRONOUNS? She/Her AGE? 29 TIME ZONE? Eastern Standard 1-10 ACTIVITY LEVEL? 5
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–your character–
CHARACTER? Ruth Aldine
THEIR PREFERRED PRONOUNS? She/Her
THEIR BIRTHDAY (day and month)? March 15
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Ruth really didn’t like supermarkets, but Aunt Eleanor had managed to find a small one and not one of those huge big box stores, it kept the sensory overload from all the thoughts to a minimum and allowed Ruth to function on the task at hand: getting those last dorm room essentials, which according to Aunt Eleanor meant treats and goodies. She was using her white cane and wearing her dark glasses today, sweeping the cane down the aisles behind her aunt, and trying hard not to bump either displays or, heaven forbid someone’s ankles.
Taking up vegetarianism, had been Ruth’s choice since one Sunday her Aunt had made pork chops, and whatever Luca had done to her before his death had caused her unstable retrocognition powers to show her the horrible life and death of the poor pig when she took a bite of the pork chop on her plate, she hadn’t touched any meat since.
Going about the store Aunt Eleanor insisted on fill the cart with Ruth’s favorite treats like Airheads Taffy, Fruit By the Foot, Sour Patch Kids, accorded flavors of fig bars, and then Aunt Eleanor had gone a bit overboard and added a bag of Jolly Ranches, Cracker Jacks and a lot of Campbell’s canned soup, popcorn and chips; as if she didn’t believe The Xavier Institute had a dining hall. Ruth was sure Aunt Eleanor would have added a case of ramen noodles, after all, weren’t they a college staple, except for that incident with Luca, ramen noodles, and live worms, when she was six.
Ruth had a new debit card, her aunt had put the money in her account, but this was the card’s first test drive. There was a young girl behind the counter, Ruth telepathy told her she was tired, that she’d worked a double shift, that her old Buick LeSabre was temperamental on the best days and as Ruth’s fingers brushed as the cashier handed her the receipt to sign Ruth’s powers flared sending her visions of the future. The yellow light turning to red–the car not crossing the intersection in time–oncoming traffic–the horrid squeal of ties–whirring of sirens–a dead body in the crunched LeSabre.
Ruth signed her name quickly, the vision over in a second or two, but below the signature, Ruth scrawled: “Call Hannah for a ride home. Blue Buick will stall on 44th Street.” She didn’t give the cashier a chance to question it before she followed Aunt Eleanor out of the store.