[ losing my edge ϟ open ]

[kirkwalled]

Who: hawkeward moment and whoever else wants to encounter her!
When: various times! but generally post-event because hawke continues not to respect cerealia at all
Where: the church, novus, and trader ceres
What: hawke the bird wonder aggressively ignoring the wrongness of cerealia once again
Rating/Warning: this is a blatant dehiatus general open log, there's not much to say about it

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one. or this would be sacrilegious if it wasn't hawke

[ today, anyone who enters the church will be graced with the blessed sounds of -- of snoring. it's not a heavy snore, not one of those gross mucus filled ones that turn a person's stomach, but a snore nonetheless and the culprit isn't immediately visible. this is because the culprit, who is hawke, is sleeping away on one of the pews off towards the back, in the shadows. she's actually quite hidden away, a passing glance would dismiss her and she has a sweater tucked under her head for a pillow. sure, she's sleeping in a church but it isn't as if she wants to disturb anyone. really, that'd be rude!

look, she doesn't really have an apartment right now and the ghosts were kind of aggressive and just -- let the woman nap.

or don't, actually. there's a dog hanging around there too that would be plenty happy with getting up and going to do something else. he might even help you wake her up! ]

two. or this isn't an episode of jessica jones i swear

[ to any poor soul walking past novus this evening (or even at novus), they will see a scruffy looking woman being unceremoniously thrown out of the bar. she stumbles, obviously not very steady on her feet but she manages to catch herself anyway. a sour look as the door slams behind her and she lifts a hand to wipe at the blood on her cut lip before calling out. (which, uh, hawke did you get in another bar fight?) ]

One would think you'd be more charitable! With what, us being the ones who suffer this city the most!

[ hawke eternally has a bone to pick with ceres and cerealia as a whole and while she refuses -- outright refuses -- to get more involved than necessary (this won't be kirkwall 2.0, alright), she doesn't mind freeloading to get what she's due. of course, in a hypercapitalistic city like this, that's not regarded so highly and novus isn't above showing her such. it's a seedy bar anyway! and their drink is poor! that's what hawke's opinion is and after a moment of just scowling at the place, she may notice you. ]

Ah, out for a night on the town, are you?

three. or at least it isn't whole foods (of ceres)

[ trader ceres is overpriced and understocked yet here hawke finds herself anyway. she needs food and still finds the more modern street food served at the food stop too rich for her tastes so, she generally sticks to making her own until she can adapt. when you're from ye olde times, chili cheese dogs are just a bit too much for your stomach.

today, hawke is in the pastry aisle, carrying a basket filled with a variety of things. rice crackers, bread, a huge cut of meat, poptarts. those are the things that can be found in her basket. she's also truly rocking the lazy morning food shopping look, in her sweatpants and grandpa sweater, untied sneakers on her feet and disheveled hair. hawke is just slowly becoming less and less respectable as days go on and no one could really predict that this woman has saved thedas twice over and can kill things ten times her size. come on, she's impressive!

but she isn't very impressive today as she reaches out and grabs a pack of blueberry muffins. she sniffs it, trying to see if it's good enough for her old timer stomach, but the plastic is too much and she lets out a frustrated noise after a moment. ]

It's as if they want you to pay for it before you know if it's edible at all.

[ which is so rude, obviously. hawke's just going to glare at the package a moment longer before looking up and whoever is close by -- ]

Hey, you! Do you know if these are any good?

[ she shakes the muffins a little in gesture and is, well, genuinely asking. help a bro out? ]

misc. or i'm really rusty with open logs

[ and if any of those prompts don't work, but you still want a hawke -- feel free to tag anyway! or hit me up and we can plot something out. thanks for readin'! ]

Comments

[prosecutory]

[Oh man, Edgeworth is now rubbing Garrett's back as well. What a good dog - not even barking in a place of worship. It takes a short while for the prosecutor to remember that Hawke is still sleeping and would do better to sleep elsewhere, so he finally clears his throat - a bit loudly. Then he speaks up, trying to raise his voice without actually raising it and causing an echo all over the place.]

Miss...Hawke? [That was her name, wasn't it?]

[kirkwalled]

[ it is her name! and it's enough to stir her, even if she groans with the attitude of a child woken from sleep. she lifts a hand, waving is dismissively in the direction of the voice and with a sleep heavy slur, she responds. ]

If the city isn't on fire, I have to wonder why you're waking me.

[ garrett, meanwhile, is just very happy to be pet. keep petting him, edgeworth. or he's going to be a very sad dog. ]

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth raises an eyebrow, continuing to pet Garrett. Soft fur, warm doggy body...ugh, when will he have enough credits to get his beloved pooch back?]

There are places better equipped for sleeping. [Like an actual bedroom with an actual bed.]

[kirkwalled]

[ hit that vivid hard, edgeworth! you'll see your precious pup again one day.

but hawke just ends up sitting up, running a hand through her hair and squinting in bleary sleep at edgeworth. is she getting judged for her life choices? she's probably getting judged for her life choices. ]

Oh, I'm sure there are.

[ but that's all she's going to say. not going to explain why she was sleeping there or anything like that. hawke's so helpful. ]

[prosecutory]

[Sorry, Garrett, Edgeworth chooses this time to stand up and stop the petting...for now. He remains close to the dog, though.]

Maybe you should try them instead of sleeping here. [He waves a hand to indicate their surroundings a.k.a. the church. TAKE ME TO CHUUURCH - ]

[kirkwalled]

[ there's a scoff from hawke and she waves her hand dismissively. ]

If this is to be a refuge for the people, then why can't it also be a place of rest? I think I'm fine where I am, ser.

[ also garrett still wants to be petted. :( SAD DOGE. ]

[prosecutory]

[He glances down at Garrett. Ugh, why can't he resist...okay, more petting. Right on his furry head.]

It simply doesn't look as comfortable, is all.

[kirkwalled]

[ woof :B ]

I find it adequate enough for my needs and I haven't really an alternative, serah. I think I'm quite fine? Unless it offends you that much, then I suppose I can look elsewhere. Perhaps a park bench instead.

[prosecutory]

You haven't an alternative?

[He looks back at her, still petting Garrett. Does she mean she doesn't live anywhere...or does she have to be outside no matter what?]

[kirkwalled]

Not at the moment, no. I've been... in between places since the flood, it's a little annoying.

[ no she's just flat out homeless, bruh ]

[prosecutory]

You haven't acquired a new apartment? Or found a permanent roommate?

[That's not good. Especially when she has a dog to take care of.]