#⠀⠀・⠀⠀𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 ‎ 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⠀ ⠀ ∶ ⠀ ⠀ rowan ⠀ ﹢ ⠀ asa ‎ .

[thvndrstorm]

               amusement colors rowan’s countenance slowly,   it creeps from the base of her jawline to the rest of her gesture hidden behind a handful of soaked fries.   she knows her reply to this and it makes her chuckle before she can even verbalize it.     " look,   man,   i wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you,  "     if it weren’t to keep him company in this strange arrangement of partners in something they have.   even back in the day,   before she left town,   the only reason she came around the place was to get tattooed   —   she’d always hated capitalists symbols with a boiling passion.     "  but i don’t know,   sometimes it’s like this,   empty as an abandoned town in the middle of route number-number,   and others days it’s bustling with… well,   at least back then,   when i still lived here,   it was.  "     they’re erratic in their answer,   not truly interested in the topic,   so they decide to go for something that actually picked their attention.     "  but what about that,   uh,   lovely cashier,   is it the first time you see them ?  "

LOCATION: Helltown Mall STATUS: Open ( @helltownhqstarters )

Asa stands like a corpse reanimated just slightly wrong - a tattooed man in an oversized collared shirt with eyes as dark as brackish water. Some fictional scientist's necromantic mistake that fits in just a bit too well in Helltown, Ohio. Despite the Irish lilt to his voice, the eyes that jitter as if he's waiting for someone to tell him he doesn't belong here, what's he doing here, he shouldn't BE here... he is here. In the skeleton of an old mall. And somehow, it feels like home.

The food court is empty, but there's tables, and he's decided to sit for a moment. "How many people d'you think actually... come in here in a typical day? Think you an' I are the only ones I've seen. Well, besides that Nepalese shop's lovely cashier who said I smelled nice."