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Jul. 27th, 2024 08:42 amourhometown posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
barrierabovethecrowd[She just wanted to get back home.
She has no idea how long it's been, how far she went after she parted ways with her war buddies, but the last thing on her mind was, well, anything else. It's a simple desire that never really got to be fulfilled, really. After being so far gone from it, all she wants is to be where she belonged. Even if it's all in ruins, even if it's completely changed from those days, there still has to be something there for her to come back to, right? She can't have come all this way for nothing. There's no way.
...well, she's been walking for long enough, in any case. There's no harm in sleeping the lingering exhaustion off, is there?
Red Hood has no idea where she is right now -- the streets all start looking the same once you've walked far enough on an empty stomach. But maybe that comfy bench over there'll do. Her radio battery's still got some kick in it, so maybe she can fall asleep to the dulcet tones of her favorite jams in the meantime. She lies down on it, puts up her legs, puts both hands behind her head...
And starts snoring obnoxiously loudly.
Pray for the poor souls that have to put up with this nonsense.]
She has no idea how long it's been, how far she went after she parted ways with her war buddies, but the last thing on her mind was, well, anything else. It's a simple desire that never really got to be fulfilled, really. After being so far gone from it, all she wants is to be where she belonged. Even if it's all in ruins, even if it's completely changed from those days, there still has to be something there for her to come back to, right? She can't have come all this way for nothing. There's no way.
...well, she's been walking for long enough, in any case. There's no harm in sleeping the lingering exhaustion off, is there?
Red Hood has no idea where she is right now -- the streets all start looking the same once you've walked far enough on an empty stomach. But maybe that comfy bench over there'll do. Her radio battery's still got some kick in it, so maybe she can fall asleep to the dulcet tones of her favorite jams in the meantime. She lies down on it, puts up her legs, puts both hands behind her head...
And starts snoring obnoxiously loudly.
Pray for the poor souls that have to put up with this nonsense.]
