Léana walked through the bookstore, searching once again for an answer to her predicament. Picking up the most useful looking volume,
Near Death Experiences, she walked up front to the cashier.
"I'll take this please", she told the cashier, holding out some change. She noticed she'd need to find more work soon, hopefully a night's stay wasn't too much in this town.
"You look fine to me," the cashier replied as he chuckled.
She smirked faintly and took the book and her change, then suddenly remembering that she hadn't seen any indicating signs she asked the cashier, "What's the name of this city, if you don't mind? I just got here."
Looking at her oddly, he replied, "Bristol, ma'am."
She thanked him quickly and left, ignoring the way he was looking at her.
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She spotted a college up ahead, and thought perhaps they wouldn't mind her tucking herself away somewhere and starting her book. How would they know she wasn't a student anyway?
Léana watched the students running around, working on starting new lives. That is what she would be doing, if things had gone according to plan. The walked aimlessly, remembering the rock slipping out from under her feet, the adrenaline piercing through her body as she looked over at her sister, figuring it was the last time she'd see her, or anybody, then the long darkness. Then waking up on the side of the creek without so much as a headache.
She snuck up to see her family one last time, but knew that her family had seen her dead at the bottom, it was a fall of nearly a hundred feet. That's how she came to be a wanderer, earning money to live on as she could.
Double-checking her surroundings she saw some hedges, and passed through them, finding a small empty park that was exactly the reading nook she was looking for. She got through a few pages when suddenly her head started pounding. It was quite strong, and she braced herself on the ground.
She closed her eyes for a moment massaging her temples and shielding her pupils from the light. It did no good though, it just kept slowly feeling worse.
"I am Matthias, Son of Orias!"
Jolting her eyes open she back-peddled a few feet. She glanced at his attire and gathered he must be a professor. Maybe they DID mind her being there.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted a place to- hey wait! What is that, a sword?!"
She jumped up and irrationally held the book up as a weapon.
"Who has swords these days? Look, I'll leave, honest!"
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Edited for my retardedness of thinking it was a spear even though I read the character profile... the headache thing too.