Martin decides to take up his new friend on her offer and hops into her car. It's a shitty old rust bucket, but it's better than the no car Martin has. Dorothea (but her friends call her Dora) manages to fuel and maintain casual small talk between the pair as they slowly make their way through town toward the bar he'd nearly given up in. It's early evening and people are beginning to fill the bar while Dora pulls up. She tells Martin to open the glove box and he obliges, passing her a small bag before she dashes out of the car and into the bar. She comes out a few minutes later with a pep in her step and in no rush whatsoever. Later that evening, over a small dinner Dora was kind enough to pay for, Martin found out that she had a bunch of those new feminine pads that she'd flushed down every toilet in the establishment. The two hit it off very well, enough so that they began meeting regularly. By the end of the month, before Martin's rent he couldn't pay was due, Dora let Martin move into the place she shared with her aunt and sister so he had a place to sleep while he searched for work. The friendship quickly bloomed and Martin became a permanent fixture in the home even after employment. Martin began looking back at his moment of weakness as the moment he chose real happiness, and not the kind you drown in until you hit the bottom of the bottle...
You are Kevin, and the night air has invigorated you. The crisp feeling filling you as you inhale is comforting, and brings you right back to your childhood winters. Those were busy times, but they were good. Times now aren't that bad either, admittedly, or so you tell yourself as you walk into the duplex you live on the second floor of with three other students. You then realize times are pretty bad as, being the last one in, you realize you're going to have to take a cold shower if you want one before you chill out for the night. After a disappointing shower you head to the kitchen and look through the fridge. Someone ate the piece of pizza you had saved for yourself. What the fuck, man?
You are Shandiin, a Navajo girl out in the brush following a winding trail through the dirt. There's been a lot of discussion on the reservation recently about some plans the belagana have regarding tribal independence, but you've barely been around eleven years! You don't care for tribal politics right now! What you do care about is the chance to catch another animal to sketch. As you wander further and further from your home you hear a rustle in the scrub next to you. FINALLY!
Choose:
A. Investigate.
B. Leave it be.
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