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>Spend some time throwing rocks around outside the shop (as is her classic evening ritual) before getting some damn sleep. Every new day is just another opportunity, after all... CEO Mindset, Rita. C. E. O. Mindset.
Distraught, Rita doesn't crack even a single window in the first ten shots. The car graveyard (as she calls it) will always be there for her. When she was little and neighbors came complaining, she would simply aim the rocks at them. She laughs; what a fucking idiot. Putting a bit more of herself in the next shots, Rita finds that her heart is just not there today, that under the dark cloud burying her mind lies something new.
Sometimes homeless people would come seeking shelter, and Rita would let them be. When it rained, the place gets especially crowded; it becomes a concert of car horns. It's what little fun they can have. She wouldn't take that from them.
>>(Wisdom Rolls: 55, (40), Magnitude 6 = Failure)<< (f Erika learns something from throwing rocks)
Both mentally and physically exhausted, yet trembling both in hope and a tiny little bit of guilt, Rita decides it's time for the day to end. Her bed is a lot of bus seats held together with duct tape. Used to the very specific pose she has to do to rest, Rita closes her eyes, wondering.
>(up next: resu
Beep...beep!
The bell rings. Whatever; must be one of those kids. They like feeling brave, and she likes to chase them down the street with a broom.
Beep...beep!
Again. Maybe too brave. Maybe she still has enough fire in her to make sure mom and dad sleep. With a final burst of energy, Rita rushes through the door.
Beep
...
beep!
on the other side, what do you know, that very same Magical Girl.
Rita freezes.
>ups. what do?
