Let's Not Eat Poison [OPEN]

Company seemed to get thinner and thinner with every crazed outbreak the young masked woman had. No one stuck around long enough to see what exactly her problem was, and no one could see the horrors in the world around them. Worms, maggots, clowns, alcoholics. The streets ran wild with them, scouring the city, looking for new victims to prey upon. No one realized that Ahorta fought valiantly to make sure those creatures never prey on her, she would never be a frog's meal. Yet even the crazy one needed some nutrition in her system. The day had been long, that was for sure. She had a bit of a run in with the cops at the hotel and she returned to search for information on her father's whereabouts. If he wasn't in prison or dead these days. While she hoped for the later, she needed him alive to help her get over some of these fears. The happy renunion could only end in Ahorta being pushed down a flight of stairs, but she had endured enough from her father to learn he could no longer hurt her.

Her stomach growled and she curled her lip. She hated eating. The thought of ingesting something she only hoped was not harmful for her body was a risk she was not the keenest on taking. Still, she needed food to move, and immobility happened to be one of her greatest fears. She opened the front door and walked into the Sanctuary, dragging her feet. The receptionist looked up and eyed Ahorta's dark trenchcoated figure. She opened her mouth to speak up, but Ahorta turned to face her and the receptionist immediately recognized her and nodded before turning back to her work, whatever work a receptionist can do at a residential evil house. Ahorta didn't let her eyes linger on the woman and continued her route straight to the kitchen.

The fridge held foods she didn't trust. Some were prepackaged, some had been cooked and left over. It was best to take the prepackaged food that most people wouldn't go for first. She closed the fridge and grabbed a can of green beans along with some bread and a glass of water. It was healthy, but she wasn't going for that. Unpredictability was the best way to avoid poisons in the food. Grabbing a bowl from the cabinets, she rinsed and rewashed it before opening the can of beans. On the side of her belt was a little food testing kit and she pulled it out, preforming tests on the beans and the liquid in the can along with the water. While the tests were loading, she looked over the bread with extreme care and tore out pieces that were a bit too hard, they could have been little pills stuffed in the yeast before it rose. The tests all read negative and she plopped the beans in bowl and took everything out to the dinning room. When she got to the table, she realized she forgot a fork. But a fork meant more testing and she didn't much feel like going back, so she picked up a green bean with her gloved fingers and took a bite. It was exactly the most appetizing meal, but she was safe, that was all that mattered.