Sonya would follow in the midst of the group silently. As she finally reached the house, the first thing she desired is to get a glass of water. But, that redhead had arrived before her which meant for the time being something else would have to ensue. Loitering up the steps delivered her to a hall. Pushing open the door to one of the bedrooms led her to the master. Nothing out of place, but a small note on top of the table caught her attention. Stepping over, her eyes flashed over each line intently.
So it seems she was not the only person who had a slight disinterest in robbing from others. Who wrote the note, she did not know. The handwriting looked unisex, not feminine not masculine. Other than that, the room posed nothing that riveted her. The next room appeared to belong to a teenage girl. A closet door was pulled open to reveal racks of clothing no of which were her style but she would never complain. Before apologizing internally, Sonya grabbed several garments and laid them across her arm.
The bathroom was currently occupied by someone unbeknownst to her. Everything finally stopped and the door opened. It was the same man from before whom intentionally disguised his words to question her morality. Even if the government treated them like pigs, it did not mean her moral code was just going to shut off. Offering a smile seemed like the polite thing to do, so she did a miniscule of one anyway. But once he was far enough out she journeyed to the door. Slowly closing the door behind her, Sonya made her way towards the shower, hoping that a bit of hot water remained. Soon the knobs were twisted and clothing were stripped. Slicking tresses of hair back as she angled her head to face the steam of water. A generous amount of shampoo was used to sanitize it. Body glistened in the light as the water washed over her. Sonya found much comfort in the shower even though she was not relaxed at that epoch. After a few more minutes of scrubbing -- the water stopped, ending the frore shower. She stood there for a minute before slipping out simultaneously grabbing a towel.
Her soft, slightly tanned skin dotted with perspiration as she stared into the mirror of her reflection. Firmly foiled in the towel did not last to long until drying her skin and rubbing it through her wet locks. Not that she ever needed make-up, it was always just the point of having that option of being normal and having a 'normal' day. What has her life come to? After finishing a long and desperately needed shower, the next thing there was to do was get
dressed and find nourishment. Sonya adorned a pair of fitted dark shorts, a graphic tank top and a plaid button up all found in the young teenager's room. It was a 'blending' in look she was ultimately going for. The little necklace was just the finishing touch. The dirty clothing was balled into her hands as she left the bathroom.
It was quiet, a bit to quiet as she peered down the long hall. Slowly closing the door behind her, Sonya made her way towards the stairs quickly wanting to get to the kitchen as soon as possible. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, a few people here and there. Entering the kitchen brought her to halt. Without further adieu, she sauntered over to sink where she retrieved a cup from the overhead cabinet and filled it to the brim. It only took her about twenty seconds to gulp the whole thing down. Refreshing. Water had never tasted so good. For all she knew she was drinking a glass of distilled sunshine.'The second thing she did was look through the bottom cabinets until she spotted the package of garbage bags. She tossed her clothing into the bag and traveled to the living room area where the few who were gathered stationed.
She licked at her lips and let out a deep breath in determination. "We should put our clothes in here." She lifted the black bag slightly. "If and when this family gets back... it's certain they will call the police. And finding a mass amount of dirty clothing lying around could connect back to our escape... It won't take to long before the government is informed and they can easily find traces of DNA on them. If they don't suspect no more than one or two robbers then I doubt it'll get any further than a standard in-home invasion." In other words, the government will not be informed... at least not about a standard break in as those things are very common and they can get a little bit of lead way. How close the government was to finding them were anyones guess but they did not need to go around leaving trails of their crumbs.
Sonya set the bag down, again releasing a deep breath. She was getting this talking thing down pact. Maybe it would be wiser to speak up more often, they can't all be mute. Most of everything that she wanted to say had been said. Cyan hues traveled over to Arian, and it was then that she noticed what he said earlier.
'Also, we will need to know each other's... names, powers, strengths, weaknesses... We will need to stick together... at least for the time being... It's best if we know something about the others'Biting her lower lip in thought, her lips parted to voice yet another personal opinion. Only this one was not for everyone so her voice was kept to octave that Arian could hear clearly but maybe to the others a bit incoherently. Taking causal steps closer to him, the brunette began to speak.
"About what you said earlier. I think we should... I don't even know most of anyone's name. Perhaps we can start now." Sonya shoved her hands into the caves of her pockets subsequent to her looking off to the side.