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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:00 pm
After spending a good deal of time in a state of self-pity, which involved crying and sleeping and pretending to eat things, Ofelia finally had given up on the whole attempt at wallowing and feeling sorry for herself. It wasn't like her to dwell on things, not for a good period of time anyway, and for once (and maybe the first time) since she came to Deus there were no worries on her mind. Everything was. . .well, good.
The teen hadn't really been on twitter in a while, nor was she usually because she and technology fought like cats and dogs, so any recent news or gossip she wasn't really privy to. It made things also a lot easier for her but set her up (more often than not) for a wonderful case of foot-in-mouth. Her good mood though ensured she wouldn't fret on it too much, and so the redhead set forth for her (once again) favorite place in Deus: the kitchens.
Her trip down the hall was uneventful and, as she looked around, it seemed like she was going to be alone for this little baking adventure. Something a pity, really, and she started into the main area that lead to the cooking hall.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:14 pm
Rin was actually already there. The closer Ofie got, the more likely it was that she heard bottles rattling about noisily ahead, which thankfully drowned out a great deal of muttered cursing.
Rin scowled at the jar as she tried again to open the ******** thing with her teeth then moved to place the whole thing between her knees and attempting to open with her hand but the whole thing simply shifted with her turning hand.
She was this close to just smashing the jar open.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:24 pm
The teen was busy running a list of things she could make in her head, trying to remember what supplies she still had on the island that people hadn't used (or she hadn't forgotten where she hid them), when the sound of jars managed to finally get her attention. She was practically standing next to a hunter when it happened, the person looking really familiar to her (Ofelia was bad with faces if they didn't have a nickname from her), and the teen raised the eyebrow over her eye-patch as she looked at the state of affairs.
It was a sad, sad state of affairs she found this new person to be in. ". . . . Ah'd ask if yer tryin' ta open the jar or need help wit' it but that's pretty obvious. Hand it here, Ah'll get it b'for ya end up smashin' it on sommin' an' makin' yerself messy."
Perhaps she noticed this person only had a single arm (she had) and perhaps she didn't do anything but raise an eyebrow because she really didn't care. No one had seemed surprised over her lack of an eye, even when she went without the patch, so why should she be surprised this semi-stranger was missing a more important limb? She held a hand out, waiting, still posed with her eyebrow up.
This person was looking more and more familiar, they had to have met somewhere before, and she was wondering if they'd had both arms that time. It was sort of obvious this new lack-of-limb state had to be new, what with the struggle to open jars. Granted. . . opening jars with two hands could be hard as hell as well.
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