“House, please? ..Shelter??”
//no reference photo yet
She’s American, and really, REALLY bad at Russian. He really only knows the bare basics. She gets frustrated very easily.
She is taking pictures of parts of the house she finds pretty— which isnt a lot. But she likes the look of the wallpaper.
So the scene shes currently trying to capture with her pocket-sized digital camera, is the sun cascading rays onto the red wallpaper.
“[hope this doesn’t belong to anyone.]”
She picks off a can of soup from the shelf. All the pans are dirty, and she doesn’t even feel like heating it up so she eats it from the can. The words on the can look like scribbles but she can see it’s vegetable based.
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@Heart_andsoull “[Traffic’s the only big issue! Lots of clubs and spots to hang about. People talk about how mean they are there but they usually just have their own shit to do.]”
She's crying.
“[Forget it! I don't even need your help!]” she snaps, already moving toward a random door in the house, and entering it. It was the living room.
//open interaction
@Heart_andsoull “[Same!]”
“[I was just going about my day and then suddenly the sun was burning up! Really sucks, too.]”
“[I wish I was at home. This would be so much easier to deal with.]”
@Heart_andsoull “[Natalie!]” She holds out her hand for a handshake. “[My friend, reallyyyy liked your movies so I’ve watched a handful!]”
“[What are you doing here?]”
@Heart_andsoull Natalie scrubs the tears off her cheeks, making them red.
“[Im, fine.]”
She stares at Roman.
“[..You look familiar.]” she sniffles, but is almost immediately distracted from what just happened.
“[I can’t do this, Alan!]” Her voice breaks. “[I don’t understand anything anyone’s saying, I don’t know where my dad is, and I woke up thinking I’d been left behind—]”