[After waking up on the lawn with a sky so blue hovering above, this was where she had landed herself? All that walking, and for what? The keys in her hand jingle. Tess gives the keyring a spin around a finger, lips pursed as she tips her head back to take in the looming sight of the cathedral.]
Never did have the best of luck in these situations. Looks like today isn't going to be any different.
[She's not sure whether she should take a step forward or take one back. Which way was it again to Hell? She knew she should've asked for directions. ]
(b. holly mall)
[It's loud, it's crowded, and it's annoying. She wants out, needs to find an exit, which this place should have many of if there's this many people milling around. Tess prefers malls as she remembers them--rundown, looted clean, signs busted, the shops deserted, everything full of dust and green growing through the cracked tiles where the earth has shifted so much beneath the pavement that it's broken up through the flooring.
She can't remember a time even as a teenager when she had overly enjoyed stepping foot into a place like this, it's no wonder she's not enjoying it now.]
--nothing but a goddamn madhouse in here. Where the hell's the way out?
Tess / The Last of Us
[After waking up on the lawn with a sky so blue hovering above, this was where she had landed herself? All that walking, and for what? The keys in her hand jingle. Tess gives the keyring a spin around a finger, lips pursed as she tips her head back to take in the looming sight of the cathedral.]
Never did have the best of luck in these situations. Looks like today isn't going to be any different.
[She's not sure whether she should take a step forward or take one back. Which way was it again to Hell? She knew she should've asked for directions. ]
(b. holly mall)
[It's loud, it's crowded, and it's annoying. She wants out, needs to find an exit, which this place should have many of if there's this many people milling around. Tess prefers malls as she remembers them--rundown, looted clean, signs busted, the shops deserted, everything full of dust and green growing through the cracked tiles where the earth has shifted so much beneath the pavement that it's broken up through the flooring.
She can't remember a time even as a teenager when she had overly enjoyed stepping foot into a place like this, it's no wonder she's not enjoying it now.]
--nothing but a goddamn madhouse in here. Where the hell's the way out?
(c. anything you want goes; I'll follow along!)