genessia | Runner's High // May 2nd evening/night ALL CITIES

[It's funny, in a way. For years on her own, there was never any point to running. She couldn't run. There was nowhere to run to, and there was no hurry to get to or through a dying universe that was falling to darkness when she had to take her time to figure it all out.]

[And yet...]

[There's even less point to running now. Nowhere to escape to, probably about as much safety beyond the barriers as outside of the bubble of New New Vegas, (although if it wasn't possible to endanger everyone else on the inside... she'd have done it in a heartbeat!) and even the one time she thought she'd run away, it was just as pointless because she was fetched. Which was still actually quite nice. She couldn't remember being fetched before that, actually. All the other times... she had to do her own rescuing. Especially when she was lost.]

[So this...]

[Is just running.]

[She's got headphones on, hooked into her phone, but she's strangely approachable, and the second she nears someone she recognizes or just looks like they aren't busy, she slows down, and breathlessly pants:]

What street is this?

[And upon an answer, an even slower pause, then:] Right, yeah, okay. [Face scrunch.] Which city though?

[She's not lost... she just doesn't know where she is. Or care.]

[Eventually she'll look for a street vendor for food though.]