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( A woman sits by the bay, fingers toying with her newly acquired box of goodies. She looks wet, like she might have been one of the less fortunate new arrivals to fall face first into the water. Upon approach however, the smell of the ocean is overwhelmingly strong, as if she'd recently been for a dunk in a saltier sea than this.
As is usual with most new arrivals, she seems confused by the odd situation she's been suddenly thrust into. She also looks sort of... dazed? Like she's hit her head too hard. It's not hard to spot, even under the large hat she wears, or the flood of dark, wavy curls upon her head; the trickles of blood along her cheeks and temple.
Eventually she moves, though not without a groan and quiet curse under her breath. Not really paying attention, chances of knocking into someone's shoulder on the way through is more than possible. A muttered apology comes, but unless directly engaged there isn't much more than that. )
As is usual with most new arrivals, she seems confused by the odd situation she's been suddenly thrust into. She also looks sort of... dazed? Like she's hit her head too hard. It's not hard to spot, even under the large hat she wears, or the flood of dark, wavy curls upon her head; the trickles of blood along her cheeks and temple.
Eventually she moves, though not without a groan and quiet curse under her breath. Not really paying attention, chances of knocking into someone's shoulder on the way through is more than possible. A muttered apology comes, but unless directly engaged there isn't much more than that. )
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