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Who: Kiden and Laura
What: Dumpster diving is a full time job. Get a friend to help you.
Where: Behind Chimer Market
When: Givdi night
Notes: Teen AAAAANGST /fistclutch
Warnings: It's Laura and Kiden. What could possibly go wrong?

She's been here a little less than a handful of days and Kiden's fighting the urge to slip into No-Time and just camp out there permanently. The only reason why she hasn't done it already is she's worried that the rest of the little group she has as a makeshift family might be here and they're just separated. Again. Wouldn't be the first time, but at long as she stays in regular time, they'll find each other. They always do. She can only hope.

Right now, living with the normal people means she has to eat and eat now. She didn't stick around at the inn long enough to get the free room and board talk from the grandmotherly looking lady who opened the door for her. Being locked in a bedless room didn't endear her to staying anyway. Besides, with her head down in a garbage can at the back of the now closed market, Kiden's in her environment. There isn't much to this environment, though. Nothing but fruits and vegetables in various stages of rotting and bruising. But some still look edible enough if Kiden spends the next half hour picking at those weird looking spots. She has time. It's something she has more than enough of.

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[23rd]

Laura doesn't spend much time in the nicer parts of the city -- they're usually well-patrolled and safe, and there's nothing there that interests her. She still has the money they gave her at the inn -- she didn't bother with food or shelter until she found Remy, and then she just followed him -- but she has no desire to purchase anything. She walks past all the shops, stopping only to look in the windows as if she's a normal girl just doing some window shopping.

Truth is, she's been making the rounds, acclimating herself to the city. She needs to know it inside and out, as intimately as she knew New York. In borrowed clothes -- too big for her, she's drowning in them -- she wanders around, not making eye contact with anyone who's still out at this time of night ... which is a lot. Baedal has a large nocturnal population.

Still, no one else hears the rattle of trash cans from behind the now-abandoned market, but she does.

She pauses. That's not the sound of a raccoon or stray dog, she can definitely tell that the rummaging there is purposeful and going on much too long to just be someone fussing with their own garbage. Curious, she turns and heads in that direction to investigate.