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@wren-alder
Got a burnin question? Ask away. Make it good, you lot.
Wheneva yer ready.
Have you ever thought about the waitress? Like what happened to her or anything like that?
I dont even remember who yer referrin to. So no and nope. But good question... I think?
Oh...okay, thanks for your time
Got a burnin question? Ask away. Make it good, you lot.
Wheneva yer ready.
Have you ever thought about the waitress? Like what happened to her or anything like that?
OPEN STARTER open to: anyone
"so, are you gonna be as useless as a bag of dicks or are you gonna tell me what you're after?" billy asked, leaning against a doorframe as he looked to the other.
"Actually, I think a bag of dicks would be more useful than me. I need some V.....I heard you were the one to come to, right? Billy Butcher?" Wren asks as she peeks around the corner. She hangs on to the wall to keep her balance because she's weak but she appears fine. She tries to keep her composure as she looks at Billy. She's in complete disbelief that she's actually looking at him, in the flesh.
"I know you don't know me, but please, I'm desperate. My name is Wren.....you knew my mom.....," she explains. She has long wavy brunette hair, the tips of which touch the bottom of her spine. Her eyes are in the lighting of this room a chocolate color, not dark chocolate, milk chocolate; however upon closer examination or in different lighting they can be described as "swamp" a muddy brown mixed with a vibrant green, a honey gold in sunlight, which they didn't have currently have, and they have a thin ring of dark grey blue rimming the irises. She's a fair complexion, not quite as pale as Snow White, but pretty pale; she has a light dusting of lighter brown freckles on her face. She has to look up at Butcher and probably everyone seeing how short she is.
"I'm sorry, my momma told me about you.....," she explains, still not revealing who her mother is, "she.....worked at a diner here in the city, back in 1996....she was a waitress....please, Mr Butcher, sir, help me. I need the compound V to live.......there's no way I can get into Vought towers alone, it's all I can do to stand, stay awake, or remember where I'm going.......please, I have to keep living, for my dog, please. If you could please help me, I won't ever bother you again....."
