(Sorry for my delay, I've been a touch busy this past week)
[Revised]Third Person
Toni grinned and pressed her nose further against the glass of the shop window. Clothing, among other things, was a passion of hers. All the clothes in this dank, old shop seemed to be calling to her. If she had a tail on, it'd be wagging. She pulled away to wipe at the glass with her sleeve then cupped her hands around her eye to see if she could spot a sign of some kind. No luck. There were a few boxes lying around and some racks of jackets and so on. Everything was hard to see since it was so dark in there...
She sighed and turned to the other building that had caught her attention; The theater. It was big and old and just like any other theater out there. A small comfort, given that this city... town... whatever it is... gave her the heebie-jeebies. A nagging discomfort like when a group of people suddenly enter a room behind you. The idea in general made no sense to her. One minute she's riding the bus, boots sticky from who knows what spilled in the aisle, watching the city roll by. The next she's standing in a train station and her hair is on end and everything feels weird. She had been more bothered by what was or wasn't behind her to what lay among these buildings so she tramped out into the streets and wandered, finding herself at some old market square with all sorts of stores. Nobody had paid her any mind and nothing had caught her attention until she found herself mushed against a window, getting dust all over her face.
She trotted across the road and up to the doors. She wouldn't really go inside, but theaters are nice big solid old things and she leaned her back against the doors to think. She didn't recall touching anything strange, or reading anything she shouldn't. She didn't see any of the bus patrons around and she certainly didn't recognize anything near her. Mr. Cross hadn't done anything near enough to her to cause trouble either. Fiddling with the chord at her neck, she debated shifting and having a sniff around, but who knew what kind of trouble that would bring. She waited a few more minutes, soaking up the calm, then pushed herself up and marched away with purpose. She hopes that the station holds some idea as to how she ended up in this place and maybe some way to get back.
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[Revised]Third Person
Toni grinned and pressed her nose further against the glass of the shop window. Clothing, among other things, was a passion of hers. All the clothes in this dank, old shop seemed to be calling to her. If she had a tail on, it'd be wagging. She pulled away to wipe at the glass with her sleeve then cupped her hands around her eye to see if she could spot a sign of some kind. No luck. There were a few boxes lying around and some racks of jackets and so on. Everything was hard to see since it was so dark in there...
She sighed and turned to the other building that had caught her attention; The theater. It was big and old and just like any other theater out there. A small comfort, given that this city... town... whatever it is... gave her the heebie-jeebies. A nagging discomfort like when a group of people suddenly enter a room behind you. The idea in general made no sense to her. One minute she's riding the bus, boots sticky from who knows what spilled in the aisle, watching the city roll by. The next she's standing in a train station and her hair is on end and everything feels weird. She had been more bothered by what was or wasn't behind her to what lay among these buildings so she tramped out into the streets and wandered, finding herself at some old market square with all sorts of stores. Nobody had paid her any mind and nothing had caught her attention until she found herself mushed against a window, getting dust all over her face.
She trotted across the road and up to the doors. She wouldn't really go inside, but theaters are nice big solid old things and she leaned her back against the doors to think. She didn't recall touching anything strange, or reading anything she shouldn't. She didn't see any of the bus patrons around and she certainly didn't recognize anything near her. Mr. Cross hadn't done anything near enough to her to cause trouble either. Fiddling with the chord at her neck, she debated shifting and having a sniff around, but who knew what kind of trouble that would bring. She waited a few more minutes, soaking up the calm, then pushed herself up and marched away with purpose. She hopes that the station holds some idea as to how she ended up in this place and maybe some way to get back.