nineteen | female ; she/her | bisexual
- Somewhere in this suburban area, someone's backyard had become very overgrown. The trees were full and bushy, and up hidden among the branches, Arsinoe lounged on the wooden platform she'd built. Yawning, she reached into her bag, then cursed. She was out of snacks. The brunette turned, surveying her small pile of food. There were cans and other bagged foods, but nothing Arsinoe was willing to snack on. I guess I could go out? Sighing, she threw her bag over her shoulder, lowered her rope ladder, and climbed down.
After a while, Arsinoe arrived at the nearby gas station. She hadn't hit this one yet, but it already looked empty. Whatever. It's probably got something in the back room or something. Heading over, she stepped inside the door, which was hanging off it's hinges, and crunched on glass underfoot. The sound made her wince, as it definitely alerted her presence to anyone who might be inside. Arsinoe tightened her grip on her hatchet, trying to peer over the shelves. Shrugging to herself, she called out. "Anyone here? Speak now or forever hold your peace!"