by sundanc_e » Wed Jul 11, 2018 4:44 am
Rachael Pierce | Brooklyn | Female | 18 | Newcomer | Location: Apartment | Tags: Red, Charisma, Aster
Brooklyn worked quickly, and before long, quite a pile of potato peelings had gathered up beside her. As she worked, she listened to Red as she spoke. “Trust doesn’t come easy these days. So it’s no surprise why some of you are on edge. I’m just hoping things will work out. I don’t want to go back out there.” She shuddered subtly. Brooklyn had done well for herself on her own. But recently, she had noticed a bizarre increase in police patrols, security cameras, and a few undercover cops. It was becoming difficult even to rob a corner shop these days. So bad, that the new challenges had pushed her to peruse a group. Once she got wind of the offer, it seemed too good to be true. Yet here she was. An official newcomer of the Quiet Ones. Astor joined them in the kitchen, and Brooklyn smiled warmly as he offered his help. Astor seemed a little weaker with his knife skills, and Brooklyn cringed as he sliced his finger with the edge of the knife. “Keep the blade directed away from your hands. Start at the middle, then work your way around the edges. See?” Brooklyn was no expert, but she had still managed to peel without harming herself. She repeated her method for Astor to see, hoping she would find her demonstration helpful. Brooklyn scoffed at Charisma’s teasing to Astor, but grinned as she found it mildly amusing. It was pretty mean, but as far as she could tell, he meant the kid no harm.