Post by Ren on Jun 13, 2017 17:42:01 GMT -6
ooc; i know we don't have minimum limits but i'm finding it really hard to respond since you're not giving me anything to work with. i've given you quite a bit with every post, so it's only fair that you try to give me a little more than just a bare-bones response to what i've said. if you're not sure how to do this, have a look at the other threads (:
Ren nodded in satisfaction. "Good, you need to stay off the streets if you can with that injury." Inwardly, she thought that Shao Lang should stay off the streets period, but that really wasn't her place to lecture about. She was fortunate in that her parents were able to provide a home for their family and not live in squalour or the tenements, and that her stipend from the Acolytes was enough to pay the modest rent on her small studio apartment. She couldn't imagine what it was like to be unsure whether or not you'd have a place to come home to at the end of the day.
It was a humbling thought.
"Why don't you stay here a little while longer," she suggested gently, already halfway out the door. "I'll go grab some clean clothes from the donations boxes."
When she returned, she bore some clean, albeit old, clothes: a pair of trousers, a patched button up shirt, and some clean socks. "No shoes, unfortunately," Ren announced, handing off the clothes to her new acquaintance, "but we fix up shoes all the time up at the Island." She lifted her robes a little to show her shoes, which, while clearly repaired, had been done expertly.
"I still have to finish out my volunteering here," she said, "but I'll telephone ahead to the Island and let them know I'm letting you stay. I'll come with you after my shift is over to help you get settled in, but I won't be staying the evening."
Ren nodded in satisfaction. "Good, you need to stay off the streets if you can with that injury." Inwardly, she thought that Shao Lang should stay off the streets period, but that really wasn't her place to lecture about. She was fortunate in that her parents were able to provide a home for their family and not live in squalour or the tenements, and that her stipend from the Acolytes was enough to pay the modest rent on her small studio apartment. She couldn't imagine what it was like to be unsure whether or not you'd have a place to come home to at the end of the day.
It was a humbling thought.
"Why don't you stay here a little while longer," she suggested gently, already halfway out the door. "I'll go grab some clean clothes from the donations boxes."
When she returned, she bore some clean, albeit old, clothes: a pair of trousers, a patched button up shirt, and some clean socks. "No shoes, unfortunately," Ren announced, handing off the clothes to her new acquaintance, "but we fix up shoes all the time up at the Island." She lifted her robes a little to show her shoes, which, while clearly repaired, had been done expertly.
"I still have to finish out my volunteering here," she said, "but I'll telephone ahead to the Island and let them know I'm letting you stay. I'll come with you after my shift is over to help you get settled in, but I won't be staying the evening."