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wickedchouette2022-01-03 09:09 am
myfavoritemurder) wrote in wickedchouette2022-01-03 09:09 am
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[It's a cold evening, so Callisto has her fire going, set up a few dozen yards into the forest where so few people dare to go. She likes this spot. It's far enough past the treeline that she feels properly in the woods rather than in the town - but not so far that she starts to feel the unsettling effects the deep woods cause, and not so far that she can't see the lights of the houses, or the shadows of people moving within them.
She doesn't like being inside, but she likes seeing inside. It's a personal quirk that she makes a point of not examining too closely.
Right now, though, it's something moving outside that catches her eye: an unfamiliar figure, smaller than most of the other people that she regularly watches, disappearing out of view and then reappearing again as they move through the yards at the edge of the woods. Callisto shifts, getting one of the broader tree trunks out of the way of her line of sight. Then she abruptly stands, stomps out the dregs of her fire, and quietly moves forward, waiting until she's nearly at the treeline herself before she speaks up.]
Boo.
She doesn't like being inside, but she likes seeing inside. It's a personal quirk that she makes a point of not examining too closely.
Right now, though, it's something moving outside that catches her eye: an unfamiliar figure, smaller than most of the other people that she regularly watches, disappearing out of view and then reappearing again as they move through the yards at the edge of the woods. Callisto shifts, getting one of the broader tree trunks out of the way of her line of sight. Then she abruptly stands, stomps out the dregs of her fire, and quietly moves forward, waiting until she's nearly at the treeline herself before she speaks up.]
Boo.
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[Callisto scoffs, planting a hand on her hip. But she doesn't turn away, nor does she rattle off a list of names that this woman should go to instead, though she certainly could. She recognizes that anger, and she recognizes what it looks like when it has a smile plastered over it - though she has a feeling that this woman doesn't do it for any of the same reasons she does.]
There are clothes inside some of the houses. Ones like this.
[Like the fur coat Callisto is wearing, completely mismatched with the ski pants she has on over her normally-bare legs. Be prepared, Sandie; living in Matthias means dressing like an idiot at all times.]
Come on.
[She says, stepping out of the woods fully and turning to head towards the street.]
You'll have to go through the homes of the people who used to live here, if you have the stomach for it.