[Ringer arrives in just under twenty minutes to the area, wondering where FDR went, what being relocated means, and why he seems to have forgotten about work. She almost invited him to visit her at Alpha's, she was so worried, but this was easier and probably safer. Alpha liked his privacy, after all, and not many knew about his house in District Four.
She tugs at her backpack and tosses her hair back over her shoulder. Yeah, she was shot only a few days ago, but the wound is already entirely healed. There's only a faint line of a scar that she was told would disappear in a few more days' time to as evidence of her trauma. Ringer tries to be tough, but every once in awhile she succumbs to the fear of her situation - and this place is nothing but reasons to be afraid in context.
At least she's developing some friendships, for whatever they're worth. Anchors to hold her, tethers to keep her grounded, reasons to lose herself when they inevitably die. Because they always do. But she pushes all that aside, because FDR's situation is more important right now, whatever it is.]
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She tugs at her backpack and tosses her hair back over her shoulder. Yeah, she was shot only a few days ago, but the wound is already entirely healed. There's only a faint line of a scar that she was told would disappear in a few more days' time to as evidence of her trauma. Ringer tries to be tough, but every once in awhile she succumbs to the fear of her situation - and this place is nothing but reasons to be afraid in context.
At least she's developing some friendships, for whatever they're worth. Anchors to hold her, tethers to keep her grounded, reasons to lose herself when they inevitably die. Because they always do. But she pushes all that aside, because FDR's situation is more important right now, whatever it is.]