Marley Rose (
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Who: Marley Rose (
wall_flower) and Garrus Vakarian (
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What: Marley has never met Momma Shepard's beau. Time for them to run into each other.
When: 7.6.13
Where: The cafeteria for the people who live in the Newbie Housing.
WARNING: May contain talk of eating disorders!
Slowly, Marley had begun to heal from the injuries she obtained in the Dark Field. The minor cuts and scratches no longer needed bandages or ointments, the burns and the deeper cuts only needed cleaning once a day, and she could actually walk with barely a limp. She still suffered from nightmares, but staying with someone who actually went through the exact same thing she did helped to keep them at bay. For a little while, at least. Still, she was at least feeling well enough to get food for Donnie, herself, and their partners.
Truth be told, she wasn't even all that hungry. Ever since she got back from the Dark Field her appetite was minimal at best. But she knew that Donnie was hungry, and that if she didn't try to eat he would say something. That was why she found herself in the cafeteria around lunchtime with her in a clean tank top and a pair of jogging pants, leaving the remaining bandages on her arms easily viewed.
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What: Marley has never met Momma Shepard's beau. Time for them to run into each other.
When: 7.6.13
Where: The cafeteria for the people who live in the Newbie Housing.
WARNING: May contain talk of eating disorders!
Slowly, Marley had begun to heal from the injuries she obtained in the Dark Field. The minor cuts and scratches no longer needed bandages or ointments, the burns and the deeper cuts only needed cleaning once a day, and she could actually walk with barely a limp. She still suffered from nightmares, but staying with someone who actually went through the exact same thing she did helped to keep them at bay. For a little while, at least. Still, she was at least feeling well enough to get food for Donnie, herself, and their partners.
Truth be told, she wasn't even all that hungry. Ever since she got back from the Dark Field her appetite was minimal at best. But she knew that Donnie was hungry, and that if she didn't try to eat he would say something. That was why she found herself in the cafeteria around lunchtime with her in a clean tank top and a pair of jogging pants, leaving the remaining bandages on her arms easily viewed.
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[But that's not to say that this world is perfect. There's a feeling in his gut that while there aren't Reapers out there ... there's something. But here, people seem to know, they seem ready and willing to do what it takes to save everyone from whatever is out there. Garrus is almost always going to expect the worst, it's just in his nature ... but maybe this time he's going to let himself hope for the best. With Shepard around, how can he not?
[Whatever the case, he's not going to let some amorphous threat on the horizon stop him from living his life, not when he's just starting to like it here. Well, mostly, at least. He's still not used to human food. Don't get him wrong, it's better than turian food, but it's different. Turian food is basic and nutritious, it gives you just what you need to live. Human food has more flavor, more color, more of everything except the healthy stuff, it seems. It's good, but a bit overwhelming. That's why, as he sorts through the cafeteria's array of food he's sticking to simple things.
[He sees the girl enter as he's heads towards a table. He sees the bandages, the slight limp, but it's the look in her eyes that says the most. She's been through something recently, something hard, and she's coping with it. Part of him feels like he should say something, but, well, he's not exactly the most social creature.]
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