"This place is a dump... I can dig it."
Sam would lag a bit behind her other two sisters, only arriving just after both of them had gotten a good look at the place. The ever-familiar crutches supported the pits of her arms, the small little white things that they were. She was clutched on tight, keeping as much balance as she could with her one full leg. "Not exactly wheelchair-accessible, is it, sis?" She joked at her eldest, Lillian. She stood beside her sisters, hobbling for just a split second before catching herself. Giving it a look-over herself, her expression seemed blank a moment. "This place is a friggin' dump... Pretty hardcore. Nobody would suspect a couple of runaways to be hiding away here." Again, sarcasm, but playful in nature. She was happy to have a place to sleep where rain wouldn't get into her wounds. She wouldn't outwardly admit it, but she was happy to have a place to call her home. "I think we're doing pretty okay for ourselves, eh guys?" With a soft little smirk on that small face of hers, she would follow her sisters inside.
Having walls to lean up against was nice as she explored the new territory. Looking around the bottom floor, though, there did not seem to be any bedrooms. She immediately let out a loud and exaggerated groan at that realization. "Great. More stairs to deal with just to get some sleep... You don't think we could reorganize things a bit down here, do ya? You know how groggy I am in the mornings and I really don't think stairs and me mesh well even when I'm awake." Again, that ever-present smirk was upon her face, though she was serious about it. She knew she was being a burden here and she absolutely loathed it, but she did have a fair enough point there.
Sam had thrown herself onto the couch within minutes and threw both arms over the back, legs in an open and ultra casual manner. Not like she ever wore skirts for that to matter anyway. Unlike her sisters, she had gone a bit extreme in her attempts to disguise herself. With her already missing an leg and an eye, she had gone the full mile in disguising herself, venturing as far as to add a black streak to her hair that had gone white with experimentation. She wore black pants, one whose leg was obviously more limp the other. She wore a white tanktop with a black coat above it, whose hood was edged by white, soft wool. At the sound of Lillian mentioning food, she reached into her coat pocket and took out the eyepatch she wore when in public and put it on in a heartbeat. "I'm game for some food." Food was totally worth staying on those abominations called crutches for a while. "Can we get some sweets, too? It's been waaaayy too long... And I'm gonna need some smokes soon, too. Down to my last three this pack."
Having walls to lean up against was nice as she explored the new territory. Looking around the bottom floor, though, there did not seem to be any bedrooms. She immediately let out a loud and exaggerated groan at that realization. "Great. More stairs to deal with just to get some sleep... You don't think we could reorganize things a bit down here, do ya? You know how groggy I am in the mornings and I really don't think stairs and me mesh well even when I'm awake." Again, that ever-present smirk was upon her face, though she was serious about it. She knew she was being a burden here and she absolutely loathed it, but she did have a fair enough point there.
Sam had thrown herself onto the couch within minutes and threw both arms over the back, legs in an open and ultra casual manner. Not like she ever wore skirts for that to matter anyway. Unlike her sisters, she had gone a bit extreme in her attempts to disguise herself. With her already missing an leg and an eye, she had gone the full mile in disguising herself, venturing as far as to add a black streak to her hair that had gone white with experimentation. She wore black pants, one whose leg was obviously more limp the other. She wore a white tanktop with a black coat above it, whose hood was edged by white, soft wool. At the sound of Lillian mentioning food, she reached into her coat pocket and took out the eyepatch she wore when in public and put it on in a heartbeat. "I'm game for some food." Food was totally worth staying on those abominations called crutches for a while. "Can we get some sweets, too? It's been waaaayy too long... And I'm gonna need some smokes soon, too. Down to my last three this pack."