[ alisha's own hands are empty. she's not sure if she likes it. when she has her phone in her hands, she feels like nothing can really touch her — she's lost in her own little world, having something and someone to focus on. here? there's nothing to do but wander around. and when she wanders around, she realises how lonely and frightened she really is. she wants to be in the community centre, picking up litter, burying bodies of probation workers and freaking the fuck out over it and the consequences. ]
[ her eyes move towards the entrance before returning to the bloke near her. alisha doubts he's talking to her, but she's tired of being quiet, of sulking in her own corner. how's she meant to get home if she can't find anyone who knows anything about getting back home? ] Not exactly what I'd call a funny one.
[ she crosses her arms against her chest and seems to deflate a little. she's none too happy and it shows. ]
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[ her eyes move towards the entrance before returning to the bloke near her. alisha doubts he's talking to her, but she's tired of being quiet, of sulking in her own corner. how's she meant to get home if she can't find anyone who knows anything about getting back home? ] Not exactly what I'd call a funny one.
[ she crosses her arms against her chest and seems to deflate a little. she's none too happy and it shows. ]