After fifteen minutes of waiting the shelter doors close for the night before she can enter.
“At capacity” they shout.
“.......damn.” The young woman shrugged her backpack to her heels and sat down on the wet pavement.
"If you chug a bottle of vodka on December 31st at 11:57, you'll probably be vomiting horrendously when the clock strikes midnight. Start off your New Year at rock bottom so you can only go up."
@HideWithin “I know I’ve said this a few times already, but this place is gorgeous, Cienn. Sorry to hear about your dad,” she said with a compassionate expression. “So how’d you find out about the Blight? Did it come with your shadow powers?”
@GlowingSecret After falling asleep to his recent text, she wakes up to a sunshiny Gotham City on Christmas morning. She stretches and heads to the living room looking for @HideWithin. She sees his text and replies.
📲
Just woke up. I’ll look for Cienn and see if she’ll join us.