starter post draft for genessia
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highpitchednoisesWHO: Regan Abbott [closed]
WHAT: New Girl arrives in town, finds limited help, makes a couple new friends.
WHEN: September 28th, 2018 - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City
WARNINGS: talk of monsters, probably swearing, but nothing too terrible.
The first thing Regan did when she woke up and noticed the person talking to her was watch her surroundings very carefully. This person was clearly making noise, and noise wasn't a good thing where she was from. But when no monsters came, nothing tore the woman apart, Regan didn't exactly feel herself filling with any kind of ease at her situation. Her parents weren't here. Her brothers weren't. She'd been kidnapped, alone and without familiar faces.
Taking the money and the smartphone, tucking the stash of broken Cochlears in her pocket, and still moving cautiously, like she was still back home, Regan made her way to Genessia City. Barefoot and cautious, she moved from storefront to storefront, peering inside and watching all of the activity. And there was a lot, it was almost overwhelming. Her first stop was to an art supply store where, with help, she got her hands on a white-board and markers. She had yet to find anyone that used ASL and believe her, she'd been looking. Almost anyone that passed her had 'Can you help me?' signed at them quickly. Finally, with whiteboard in hand, she writes a simple message on it and holds it up, hoping it'll catch someone's eye.
'My name is Regan. I am deaf. Can you help me?' Surely someone had to be able to get her home, right? Or at least somewhere safe.
WHAT: New Girl arrives in town, finds limited help, makes a couple new friends.
WHEN: September 28th, 2018 - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City
WARNINGS: talk of monsters, probably swearing, but nothing too terrible.
The first thing Regan did when she woke up and noticed the person talking to her was watch her surroundings very carefully. This person was clearly making noise, and noise wasn't a good thing where she was from. But when no monsters came, nothing tore the woman apart, Regan didn't exactly feel herself filling with any kind of ease at her situation. Her parents weren't here. Her brothers weren't. She'd been kidnapped, alone and without familiar faces.
Taking the money and the smartphone, tucking the stash of broken Cochlears in her pocket, and still moving cautiously, like she was still back home, Regan made her way to Genessia City. Barefoot and cautious, she moved from storefront to storefront, peering inside and watching all of the activity. And there was a lot, it was almost overwhelming. Her first stop was to an art supply store where, with help, she got her hands on a white-board and markers. She had yet to find anyone that used ASL and believe her, she'd been looking. Almost anyone that passed her had 'Can you help me?' signed at them quickly. Finally, with whiteboard in hand, she writes a simple message on it and holds it up, hoping it'll catch someone's eye.
'My name is Regan. I am deaf. Can you help me?' Surely someone had to be able to get her home, right? Or at least somewhere safe.
