05-06-2010, 02:54 AM
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She pushed one of the shelves upright from the dirty floor, only to have it topple over in the other direction the moment she let go of it. The sound itself was loud enough to be considered enough to wake the dead, but that didn’t concern her. She didn’t care who was around, let alone what may have been trying to sleep. But after her fruitful endeavour of trying to find something of use, the last few minutes had turned up nary a thing. It had stirred up the dust (which promptly threatened to choke her if it as so much as wanted to), and, well, that was pretty much it. Aside from rusted cans (where the contents had long seeped out and turned to nothing), empty bottles (where the contents had long evaporated), she doubted she was going to find anything of immediate use just inside the door.
So after a pause for air and her breath returned, the golden-haired hybrid soon found herself going towards the back of the gas station, eyeing the turned over coolers and minding the broken glass. Heathens had ransacked the place long before they ever had, this she would not doubt. Before too long, she had come to sit atop the counter aside the register with a dog-earred copy of Frankenstein to occupy her time. It was quiet inside of that gas station, which made it most unlike the mansion at that point, and it didn’t have a particular smell to it that told her of what the newest occupants enjoyed doing most of the time. The fact that she was so used to solitary confinement didn’t even dawn on her; she had once dreaded thought of being separated from another for so long.
But the arrival of her mother still drew a slight surprise from her. Corona was never quite used to the fact that Kaena was still there. Not because of age, no, that thought equally did not cross her mind, but simply because she had come to terms a long time ago that her mother had mostly like died. It had been what they had thought—they being she and Gabriel—and yet that was the very voice she heard calling inward. A voice which was followed by the appearance of a red-stained muzzle and a squinting single gold eye sunken into the face that was so oppositely coloured of her own. She had looked away from her book to study those age old features, but almost immediately went back to it, wishing to mask her own surprise more than anything else. Only then did she call out to her, affirming her presence.
“Be careful of the glass on the floor.”