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Motel Cadillac

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Motel Cadillac

New character who dis

Southern Babe

Somewhere Only We Know

#C65D1C

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Full Name: Carolina Mary Bennett (née Jenkins)

Nickname: Carrie, Carol, Curry _{<- By brothers}

Age: Thirty-ish

Gender: Female

Sexuality: The L word

Relationship Status: Single as a pringle, ready to mingle

Occupation: Studies accounting, though she's taking a break from her studies to take care of personal matters

Appearance: Carrie is slender, she has naturally brown hair and dreamy eyes. When the woman speaks, she has a subtle but recognizable Southern accent, one that she picked up from living in Arkansas. Her voice is a bit low-pitched and it has a slight raspiness to it.
Carrie's style is very put together. She likes to dress clean and borderline formal most of the time, using fashionable pantsuits and simple jewelry to appear as someone of a higher upbringing. In private, she prefers trousers still, but can be seen with less formal shirts to balance the look.
Carrie is almost 5'8" tall.

Personality: Carolina appears calm and observing. Really she's just not that into talking unless she has something to say. When she does speak, there is no doubt in the world that she can hold her own. She takes shit from no one, often surprising people with how firm she can be when undermined. Beneath Carolina's surface there is endless passion for the things she cares about. She's never been that good at school naturally, but has worked her way through with flying colours thanks to hard work and determination.
Carrie treats those around her with respect as long as she is respected in return. She has no problem throwing hands with someone if needed. To her, a person deserves to be treated the way they treat other people.
Oftentimes Carrie has no issue making friends or socialising, but even some of her closest friends may notice she rarely talks about herself or how she's feeling. The woman seems much more keen on living in the moment and making bonds now than dwelling in the past.

Likes:

• Anything chocolate
• Hate-watching bad romcoms
• Cats

Dislikes:

• Excuses
• Hot temperatures
• Organised religion

Short Bio: Carrie was born and spent her childhood in Coalfell, Arizona. Her family wasn't wealthy, her father providing by working at the gas station day and night. Aside from him and a stay-at-home mother, Carrie had two older brothers, 8 and 10 years apart from her.

At the age of twelve Carolina moved to Fort Smith, Arkansas, to live with her eldest brother Matthew, who had moved away to study five years prior. She attended school there, graduating and beginning college. Carolina married a man named Kyle - a fellow college classmate - at the age of 23. The marriage was rather shortlived as Carrie would come to realise she was a lesbian. They divorced after three years of marriage, all of which were lukewarm at best. Carolina, much like her brothers, didn't stay in touch with their parents.

It was only after Carolina heard of her mother's passing that she returned to Coalfell, nearly two decades after leaving. She's hoping to find her childhood home still standing... and who knows, maybe get some closure, too. Maybe it's just a trip down the memory lane?

Motel Cadillac

Also, I will shortly be making a second character here in a few !

@queenoftheages

Same!!

Motel Cadillac

_{Place: Momma May's Cafe & Bar, 1 p.m.
Interactions: @SamaraJayne96, open for new interactions}

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Becca didn't have much time taking in the tortured man beside her before the statuesquely beautiful woman from earlier piped up again, stealing his attention. Becca's eyebrows rose in surprise and mild amusement as the energetic beauty was gently ushered to the side by the man. Did they know each other? If so, that was such a strange little coincidence. They certainly had very contrasting personalities: the man seemed rather reserved and the woman was much more Becca's level of... energetic? Was that the right word?
Becca smiled to herself, turning back to the waitress who was looking at her expectingly.

"Yes! So that'd be a lemonade for me and a sweet tea for that gentleman over there," Becca concluded with a sunny smile, nodding towards the corner where the man was currently, talking to his friend in hushed tones. The petite brunette took a second glance at the menu hanging above the bar. "Since I'm in the mood, throw in a strawberry milkshake too. For me," Becca added. The waitress didn't seem to be all that impressed by Becca's sunny smile, she just nodded and got to work, preparing the drinks ordered. It didn't seem she was particularly enthusiastic about her job, or maybe she was just not fond of talkative strangers who interrupted their gossip sessions with co-workers.

While waiting Becca let her eyes scan over the café, taking in all the customers and the general atmosphere. This kind of reminded Becca of the diner she worked in, except this was much more sun faded and remote, for the lack of better words. The brunette tapped her finely manicured fingers against the counter until the small taps turned into a rhythm of sorts. And when there was a rhythm, there ought to be music too.
Becca began humming to herself, head gently bopping along the melody. Music had always been her escape, be it boredom or unwanted situations.

After some time, the waitress returned with all of Becca's orders. The brunette beamed and handed the waitress a fifty dollar bill. In the spur of the moment, Becca made a decision.
"You know what? Keep the change," Becca declared, smiling innocently when the waitress' eyes widened comically. The bill she'd given her was entirely too much for what Becca had ordered. It was a fifty dollar bill for an order that cost maximum of five dollars, leaving an astronomical tip. The waitress looked as if she was about to protest, but when their eyes met and the waitress saw the full sincerity in Becca's, she seemed to think better of it. Mumbling a dumbfounded 'thank you', the waitress, went back to doing her job. It was clear that now the waitress thought Becca was out of her mind, a sentiment which wasn't compeletely untrue given the brunette's careless nature.
Becca closed her wallet full of cash, returning it to her satchel. She had a lot of money - one fifty dollar bill wouldn't make a dent either way. That, and Becca had always been a bit generous (or careless) with her money, especially when it wasn't exactly her own. Vince wouldn't miss it, the Brunette reasoned. He had a lot of money himself, and besides... he kind of owed Becca for saving his ass that one time. So really, this wasn't a big deal. It was totally worth it for seeing that waitress' face of disbelief.

Becca motioned the staff to take the sweet tea to the man, not really expecting him to come back anyway. It wasn't like she'd done some big favour to him, Becca did this sort of thing a lot when she had money from which to spend.
Taking a big sip of her strawberry milkshake, Becca crossed her legs on the bar stool she was sitting on. She'd have to ask someone for the location of a gas station, but first Becca just wanted to enjoy her cold refreshments. Becca began humming to herself once more, eyes wandering around the café, straw between her lips.

||Coral Springs Institute for Monsters||

*raises hand* I'm in

Motel Cadillac

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"I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?"

A red Volvo P1800 drove full speed past a worn sign on the highway. Under the blazing midday sun, with no company save for the car which was far more valuable than the driver knew, Becca felt free. Was the car hers? Pfft, of course not. Or the fat wallet in her pocket, was that hers? Not even close. But really, the brunette couldn't bring herself to feel too bad about it. Was it really stealing if the previous owner had stolen the goods in the first place?
Besides, Vince had a garage full of vintage cars and more money than things to throw it at. He wouldn't miss this particular one, Becca concluded.
Can't argue with that logic.

"When I'm gone, when I'm gooone," Becca sang, her voice gaining volume to compete with the loud, pothole filled road:
"you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone."

Where was she, exactly? Becca couldn't tell. She knew she was somewhere in Arizona, as she'd driven pretty much non-stop since leaving unannounced half a week ago. The brunette did have a phone with her, only she'd blocked and deleted all her old contacts and social media. Letting go of those sweet sweet followers had been tough, but the girl didn't want to be tracked. Had she been actually smart about it, she would've ditched the phone altogether and bought a new one. However, Becca hadn't exactly planned this. She hadn't planned packing in the dead of the night and taking off in a car which had belonged to her boyfriend slash fiance slash ex... whatever. Becca was so done with that. She didn't have the energy to think about that, only the new adventure ahead of her. At least she was smart enough to not use any credit cards.

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One slight problem: gas was running out, and there was no gas station in sight. Or anything, really. This is what Becca imagined the entirety of Arizona to look like, just a big, boiling wasteland with dried up tufts of whatever growing from the cracks on the road. The only sign of civilisation being the aforementioned road, with everything around it belonging to mother nature.

"Come on now..." Becca huffed as her eyes kept shifting to look at the small gas tank meter, fully in red by now. Cars weren't really Becca's area of expertise. She'd just taken the one that looked the nicest. Gone was her good mood from earlier, replaced by a mild worry. Getting stranded here, in the middle of nowhere without GPS and reception, that was not an option. Maybe she should've thought this through after all.

Just as Becca thought that, she lifted her gaze to see a town on the horizon, slowly becoming clearer in the dust. At first the brunette thought it was a mirage, with the heat rising in waves from the road and all around her, but as she got closer it became clearer this was indeed her saviour.
"Yess! Oh my god, yes, thank fuck," Becca exclaimed as she drove closer to the faded ghost of a town. There was a sign, rusty and dented and something straight out of a horror movie. It read "Welcome to Coalfell" with big, worn out letters Becca could barely make out.
She had never seen anything more welcoming in her entire life.

CRACK!!

In her excitement, Becca had forgotten to watch the road for all the numberless potholes in it. The road was really more holes than road, if she was honest. Whatever place Becca had found herself in, it wasn't very well maintained. But at least it was remote. Remote was exactly what Becca needed right now.

Mindful of the potholes scattered across the pavement, Becca carefully maneuvered her car to the side of the road. She was just in time, too, since the car shut of right then and there, effectively out of gas altogether.
"Come on," Becca grumbled, hitting the steering wheel with her fists in frustration. She was so close to the town. She could even see the sign of a diner looking place in the distance. Couldn't the gas have lasted a few more blocks? Now she'd have to walk out in the melting midday heat, and she was already covered in sweat despite the somewhat functional A/C in the car.
Becca steeled herself and opened the car door, instantly being hit with a breeze of hot, dry air in her face. She didn't even have a hat, for god's sake. At least the brunette had packed her sunglasses with her, otherwise the brightness would've blinded her.

Becca locked up the car, making sure everything was nice and secure. She didn't take what little luggage she had with her out of the trunk of the car, deciding it was wisest to go around looking for any signs of life first. Plus she was rather thirsty.
Looking around, Becca's gaze settled on the diner once more. It seemed worn like the rest of the place, but much more likely to be still up and functioning compared to much of the other buildings. Sliding her large sunglasses on, Becca began walking in her five inch wedges towards the diner. Maybe someone there could point her to a gas station.

"There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one..." Becca hummed as she got closer. The song came from nowhere, maybe from how this place looked, or the blazing heat scorching her mostly revealed skin. The girl's face lit up as she got near enough to read the sign on the diner's door. KARAOKE NIGHT! it said with big letters, although Becca couldn't be sure if that held true still. It didn't matter.
"Sweet, I love karaoke!" the young woman said to herself with a grin, pushing the door open. There was the sound of a bell over her head.

Walking to the counter with a bright attitude, ignoring the fact that it seemed to suddenly be dead quiet in the cafe, Becca sat next to a man that seemed to be waiting for the server's attention.
"Hi," Becca greeted him with an open smile, looking around for the first time. There was another woman at the counter, drop dead gorgeous and seemingly engaged in conversation with someone sitting at the tables. Now Becca realised how quiet it was in the bar. All the eyes were on the woman Becca had just described in her mind, and by extension, on her.
Oops. Why were they looking at them like that? Trying to ignore the slight awkwardness in the air, Becca turned and waved at the server that neared them with a weary look in her eyes.

"Hi! Such a lovely little place you have here. Do you serve anything cold? A frappé maybe?" Becca asked, hopeful. The server shot her a look that clearly signaled to Becca 'what do you think this is? Starbucks?'
After a brief silence Becca drew out a "Yeah... Point taken," before smiling a bit more sheepishly. "Just a lemonade, then. And you? Did you want to order something?" Becca asked turning to the man next to her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that now all the eyes were on her instead.
@SamaraJayne96

Motel Cadillac

Sunshine Barbie!

#fee46b

Full Name: Rebecca Kemp

Nickname: Becca _{-- but also Babs, Sunshine Barbie, Becky}

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual (...and currently quite fed up with men)

Relationship Status: "It's... complicated."
Single, she thinks. Hopes.

Occupation: Actress/singer... an aspiring one, at least

Appearance:
Becca is petite, but her energy is brighter than a thousand suns. Her face is pretty: with her big brown doll eyes and round cheeks she looks like she's certainly won the genetic lottery. Dimples form in the corners of her mouth as she smiles, and this seems to be almost the deafult expression found on the brunette's face. Becca wears a lot of makeup, though she makes it seem natural in style, preferring nude shades over bright ones.
Only 4'11, Becca compensates for her lack of height with ridiculously high heels and wedge shoes, bumping up the shoe-aholic's height by at least five inches. Becca's skin is light but sunkissed and she has soft curves that pad the bones around her body. She has lone freckle here and there, peppered over her body sparcely. The girl's hair is a wavy ombre with light brown, almost blonde, at the tips and more natural brunette at the roots.
Becca's voice is as bright as her personality, but it isn't nasal in the slightest. She's a good singer, too.

Personality:
Social - Flirty - Funny - Energetic // Immature - Insecure - Gets bored easily

Bright and peppy, Becca comes across as the perfect person to pull you out of your misery. She acts very carefree and positive, socialising with everyone like the extravert she is. The brunette talks alot, although surprisingly she doesn't reveal much of her real emotions. She's truly a free spirit, yet stops at nothing to brighten other's days, always ready to be the splash of colour in someone's life.
Becca may come across a bit shallow if you don't know her, as her fashion sense and everything about her tick the sort of "popular, pretty airhead" trope. And while grades and academic talent was never Becca's biggest merit, she does go a lot deeper than just being an endlessly optimistic bimbo with basic tastes. She's surprisingly a bit geeky, having lots of unconventional interests to balance out the "basic" ones.
Becca is quite the musical theatre nerd, aspiring to be an actress or a singer someday, although her goals might be much higher than what is realistic. She's also a movie nerd and can probably quote you some of her favourite movies line for line, never tiring with her old favourites.
Becca's downfalls are her naivety, indecisiveness, and refusal to process difficult things. She makes rash decisions and conclusions without seeing the full picture, and oftentimes ends up running away at the sight of the slightest problem instead of working through it like an adult. Becca's inability to take responsibility for her own actions coupled with her big, feelings filled heart makes it quite hard for Becca to truly "grow up" and stop ignoring the problems in her life. The brunette is also bad at taking constructive critisism, especially if it's aimed at her talents or appearances. She isn't quite as self-confident as she lets on, harboring quite the lot of insecurity and repressed sadness within her.
All in all Becca is a complex package of all things. She definitely has her shortcomings, but she's also someone who really cares about others and can open up into a truly genuine, thoughtful individual when given the chance.

Likes:
- Acting/Theatre (both musical and normal)
- Flirting
- Singing and music
- Action movies
- SHOES, so many shoes
- Frappuchinos
- Fashion
- Video games (though she is quite bad at them)

Dislikes:
- Facing her problems
- Judgy people
- Country music
- Stuck-up people
- Commitment
- Bad comedy

Short Bio:
Whenever things get hard, Becca runs. That's what she's done all her life, and continues to do: it's how she found herself in front of a weird little motel in Coalfell.
Becca was born in Maine, USA. She was the only child, and always had a much closer bond with her father than with her mother. Becca and her mother's personalities didn't clash well, and while she loved Becca very much, the mother never seemed to understand the girl like her father did. On the other hand, Becca and her father had a shared love of music, humour and a free spirit.

The first time Becca ran was when her father passed away due to cancer. This wasn't by choice, as Becca quite literally had to move away with her mother to live closer to their relatives. So, at the age of twelve Becca and her mother moved across the continent and learned that the best way to escape pain was running from it. It didn't do anything to lessen the mommy issues Becca already had.

Fast forward your standard rebellious, fling filled teen years, Becca moved away as soon as she turned eighteen. After that she managed to find herself homeless, only to somehow end up living with a criminal gang. It was nothing murder-related, but defenitely illegal - and while Becca didn't commit any crimes herself, she did cover up for the gang a lot.
After one too many will-they-won't-they, on-and-off relationships -- and a marriage proposal by a criminal gang leader boyfriend -- Becca found herself running again.

Southern Babe

Somewhere Only We Know

#C65D1C

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Full Name: Carolina Mary Bennett (née Jenkins)

Nickname: Carrie, Carol, Curry _{<- By brothers}

Age: Thirty-ish

Gender: Female

Sexuality: The L word

Relationship Status: Single as a pringle, ready to mingle

Occupation: Studies accounting, though she's taking a break from her studies to take care of personal matters

Appearance: Carrie is slender, she has naturally brown hair and dreamy eyes. When the woman speaks, she has a subtle but recognizable Southern accent, one that she picked up from living in Arkansas. Her voice is a bit low-pitched and it has a slight raspiness to it.
Carrie's style is very put together. She likes to dress clean and borderline formal most of the time, using fashionable pantsuits and simple jewelry to appear as someone of a higher upbringing. In private, she prefers trousers still, but can be seen with less formal shirts to balance the look.
Carrie is almost 5'8" tall.

Personality: Carolina appears calm and observing. Really she's just not that into talking unless she has something to say. When she does speak, there is no doubt in the world that she can hold her own. She takes shit from no one, often surprising people with how firm she can be when undermined. Beneath Carolina's surface there is endless passion for the things she cares about. She's never been that good at school naturally, but has worked her way through with flying colours thanks to hard work and determination.
Carrie treats those around her with respect as long as she is respected in return. She has no problem throwing hands with someone if needed. To her, a person deserves to be treated the way they treat other people.
Oftentimes Carrie has no issue making friends or socialising, but even some of her closest friends may notice she rarely talks about herself or how she's feeling. The woman seems much more keen on living in the moment and making bonds now than dwelling in the past.

Likes:

• Anything chocolate
• Hate-watching bad romcoms
• Cats

Dislikes:

• Excuses
• Hot temperatures
• Organised religion

Short Bio: Carrie was born and spent her childhood in Coalfell, Arizona. Her family wasn't wealthy, her father providing by working at the gas station day and night. Aside from him and a stay-at-home mother, Carrie had two older brothers, 8 and 10 years apart from her.

At the age of twelve Carolina moved to Fort Smith, Arkansas, to live with her eldest brother Matthew, who had moved away to study five years prior. She attended school there, graduating and beginning college. Carolina married a man named Kyle - a fellow college classmate - at the age of 23. The marriage was rather shortlived as Carrie would come to realise she was a lesbian. They divorced after three years of marriage, all of which were lukewarm at best. Carolina, much like her brothers, didn't stay in touch with their parents.

It was only after Carolina heard of her mother's passing that she returned to Coalfell, nearly two decades after leaving. She's hoping to find her childhood home still standing... and who knows, maybe get some closure, too. Maybe it's just a trip down the memory lane?

Motel Cadillac

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Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

September 7th, 20XX, NYC

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The week hadn't been kind to Ripley Hayes. Of course there was nothing new in that. Most weeks weren't, but usually Ripley's weeks didn't involve being hospitalized due to an unexpected terrorist gas attack, losing contact with one of the two people who gave a shit about how she was, and coming to realise that this said gas attack had changed her. Changed how? The girl didn't know if she was being honest. She just... knew. Felt it in her bones or something. Something was different, and Ripley wasn't sure she liked it.

"Happy birthday, Rip," she murmured to herself, staying curled in her unmade bed for a few extra seconds before getting up to face the day. 19, what an odd number. Both literally and figuratively. Ripley didn't feel older, that was for sure. She wasn't sure if she was meant to even feel like that -- if anyone did, or if it was just something people expected of you. Age was an arbitrary number, after all.
Ripley's morning went much like any other of her mornings. She got dressed and ate breakfast in her cramped dorm room, listening music as she did so. Aside from a 'happy birthday' text from her grandmother, Ripley hadn't recieved any new messages. Her mom was probably still sleeping, being in California and all. Her father, though... Ripley wasn't sure what the sudden silent treatment was about, but it stressed her out. Sure, she hadn't called her parents to let either of them know she was in the hospital after the attack, but she hadn't wanted to worry them. The last message between Ripley and her dad was her mentioning she'd been released from the hospital and her father getting kind of angry for not being told sooner.
"Whatever," Ripley huffed with determination as she buttoned her plaid shirt and braided her teal hair like usual. "If he thinks he can act like a child, I'm not going to be the adult either."

The rest of the day was kind of a blur. Ripley spent most of her free day studying, emerging from her room only to go grab something else than cold leftover pizza for dinner. She got a lovely call from her mother wishing her happy birthday. She told Ripley it was a lovely weather out in California, and the girl smiled ruefully at that.
"That sounds awesome! If only it wasn't so gray here," Ripley replied as she glanced out the window of her dorm. Ripley's mother must've heard the tone in her voice, since she became solemn over the line.

"Is everything okay with you there? You're not having second thoughts about the program?"

"What- no! New York's the best, I love it here. Seriously, don't even worry," Ripley protested quickly with a laugh, "Me and dad are going on a birthday dinner tonight, actually. It's going to be amazing," Ripley continued, smiling cheerily even though her mother couldn't see it.

"Oh, that's nice. I'll let you get to it then. Love you, Little Fishie~"

"Love you too, mum." Ripley let her smile fall as she heard the noise of her mother ending the call. The teal haired girl sat up straighter, the silence ringing in her ears annoyingly. With a sigh Ripley turned to her tamagotchi, which was hanging out next to her on her bed and all the text books.
"What?" Ripley asked as if it was looking at her pointedly. "I might not be eating out with dad, but mum doesn't have to know that. I've got you, Kip," she declared, putting a piece of paper between her book to mark the page she'd been on. Ripley put down the book from her hands and grabbed her tamagotchi - Kip, she called the current one - and stuffed in in her pocket.

"Time to go on an adventure! We're going to feast tonight, you and me."

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Day of the Memorial Service - September 9th, 20XX, NYC
Interaction: Lindy @AmpharosBoy

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"I'm telling you, it's not the same! I hate those places, all slippery tiles and boring scenery. If my only option is to swim indoors I might as well not swim at all," Ripley argued as she walked down the street. She was talking to Kip -- well -- really she was talking to herself, but it felt nice to feel like she was having a conversation. Had it not been New York where people largely minded their own business, Ripley might've earned a few strange looks. Of course she had her headphones in so people might assume she was just having a phone conversation. Not that anyone did care. It was New York, after all. Places to go, places to be.
The real source of the argument was Ripley's desire to go swimming again, maybe even diving. But with the weather being what it was and indoor swimming pools not being an option, Ripley's options were very limited. There was always that part of her that wanted to be near water, but oftentimes it got outweighed by the other side of her that set her standards.

Ripley walked down the street, nearing the place she knew the memorial service would be held. No one close to her had passed away in the gas attack, but Ripley did know some students from her year that had died. It felt almost surreal, to think that some of the people she was in the same space with daily were no longer there. Just... gone. No longer breathing, or waking up to see a new day. The thought made Ripley uncomfortable, for more reasons than one. The girl had an unique relationship with death and how she viewed it, but it wasn't without fear. Fear of the finality of it, or the unknown that would follow if such existence after death was possible.

However, there was also a part of Ripley that felt guilty. She didn't like to examine it too closely. She knew the attack hadn't been her fault in any shape, or form. Yet she felt guilty for being one of the lucky ones that got to survive. That gas had killed most of the people exposed to it, but not her. There was this small portion of people who had survived, seemingly random. So why them?
The mystery of it was maddening to Ripley. She loved a good mystery, but now with the very real guilt of surviving when some of those in her year hadn't... it got to the girl more than she liked to admit.

So, she was on her way to the memorial service. Not because she'd known the victims, but out of respect.

"You know what... I'm sorry about this, but today I have no room for wandering thoughts. Thanks for listening, but now..." Ripley pressed two buttons on Kip simultaneously, setting him on pause so she wouldn't have to worry about feeding him. What a crappy pet owner she must've been, really. Fortunately virtual pets didn't depend on you like real ones did. Ripley pocketed Kip and looked up as she neared the crowd of people gathering around the memorial service location.

Most people seemed to be there with their friends and families or loved ones, at least that's how it seemed to Ripley. Her gaze followed a few hollow looking individuals here and there. They'd clearly lost someone in the attack.
Ripley bit her lip and looked around for a place to stand around in. A part of her wanted to go over to those people and apologise for... for what, exactly? For overcoming the symptoms? Or for not being able to save anyone unlike some quick-thinking heroes? Rationally thinking Ripley knew there was nothing to apologise for, but she just felt for these people. It must've been quite hard.

Thump!

Ripley took a hasty step backwards to steady herself as a man tried to squeeze himself through between Ripley and the other person standing in front of her. People had been gathering and they were everywhere, so it was impossible to avoid bumping into anyone. That was the case for Ripley too, as her back hit someone's side in the chain reaction. Spinning around with her hands ready to steady the person out of reflex, Ripley stared at the girl behind her, eyes wide.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that--" the taller girl blurted automatically, eyes locking with the read haired, blue eyed stranger.

What Ripley had failed to notice was that in her sudden movement Kip had managed to fall out of her pocket: now it was on the ground, where it was immediately walked on by other people shuffling in the gathering crowd.