Ren made due with what she got. She always had. For instance, at this point in her life, she wasn't technically homeless anymore. Technically. Perhaps. She was in the sense she didn't officially live anywhere, but she spent every night with a roof over her head. An old abandoned church that she shared with a gargoyle, sort of. She even paid rent. In the form of repairs, covering up murders, and fucking. Which, actually, was how she was used to paying rent.
Unfortunately, it was still an old abandoned church. She'd figured out how to do some things, lugging gallons of water back and forth, figuring out how to safely steal water from a nearby fire hydrant, storing things in an old metal chest she'd been given. Laundry on a washboard. It was nice. Homey. Old school.
But of course, she didn't have any way of getting electricity.
The darkness didn't bother her. The heat did, though, especially during the day. And she kept losing perishable food. So she looked for... other options. And found a great one! Jean had tipped her off to an apartment he knew for a fact was empty, and she was great at picking locks. So for weeks now, she'd been spending a lot of her days enjoying the glory of modern air conditioning. She'd raided the fridge for anything still edible, then cleaned it out and began filling it with glorious perishables. It was the best. She hoped the owner never came back.
She was there now, reclining cheerfully on the couch, legs up on one of the arm rest, reading "The Butterfly of Desire." She'd found it on the apartment's bookshelf. It had a remarkably shirtless man on the front. She was enjoying life... until she heard something at 'her' front door. A hand on a doorknob, turning, then pausing. She bolted immediately, book soaring in an arc through the air and landing open on the floor as she scampered on all fours, off the couch and into the bedroom to hide under the bed.
Unfortunately, it was still an old abandoned church. She'd figured out how to do some things, lugging gallons of water back and forth, figuring out how to safely steal water from a nearby fire hydrant, storing things in an old metal chest she'd been given. Laundry on a washboard. It was nice. Homey. Old school.
But of course, she didn't have any way of getting electricity.
The darkness didn't bother her. The heat did, though, especially during the day. And she kept losing perishable food. So she looked for... other options. And found a great one! Jean had tipped her off to an apartment he knew for a fact was empty, and she was great at picking locks. So for weeks now, she'd been spending a lot of her days enjoying the glory of modern air conditioning. She'd raided the fridge for anything still edible, then cleaned it out and began filling it with glorious perishables. It was the best. She hoped the owner never came back.
She was there now, reclining cheerfully on the couch, legs up on one of the arm rest, reading "The Butterfly of Desire." She'd found it on the apartment's bookshelf. It had a remarkably shirtless man on the front. She was enjoying life... until she heard something at 'her' front door. A hand on a doorknob, turning, then pausing. She bolted immediately, book soaring in an arc through the air and landing open on the floor as she scampered on all fours, off the couch and into the bedroom to hide under the bed.
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