[Ginia came back to the apartment once after leaving the hospital. Climbed the side of the building so she could slip through her bedroom window. All her belongings fit into two bags, even her toiletries. She came and left without a sound, disappeared back into the city without anyone knowing the wiser.
And now she's back. Ginia watches at a distance, waits until Carolina and David before she approaches. She's late, and for someone who is so often early on precisely on time, maybe those extra minutes feels damning. The spiteful part wants Ephemera to notice. It's far more likely he doesn't expect her to show up at all.
But Ginia does because she's a person of her word even if others aren't. A talk is happening, she told Carolina she'd be there to see it through. So a few minutes after Carolina and David enter the apartment, Ginia lets herself in.
With how limited her wardrobe is, her outfit is the same as the one she wore when she died. The jacket has been washed, all traces of blood gone. There's a thin slice on the side where the fabric hasn't fully mended herself. Her jacket is zipped all the way up; she'll nerve make that mistake again.
Ginia doesn't really acknowledge anyone as she takes the side closest to the entrance. Leans against the wall with an air of calm and a stoic expression far closer to cold. Everyone else is here to talk. She's just the observer.]
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And now she's back. Ginia watches at a distance, waits until Carolina and David before she approaches. She's late, and for someone who is so often early on precisely on time, maybe those extra minutes feels damning. The spiteful part wants Ephemera to notice. It's far more likely he doesn't expect her to show up at all.
But Ginia does because she's a person of her word even if others aren't. A talk is happening, she told Carolina she'd be there to see it through. So a few minutes after Carolina and David enter the apartment, Ginia lets herself in.
With how limited her wardrobe is, her outfit is the same as the one she wore when she died. The jacket has been washed, all traces of blood gone. There's a thin slice on the side where the fabric hasn't fully mended herself. Her jacket is zipped all the way up; she'll nerve make that mistake again.
Ginia doesn't really acknowledge anyone as she takes the side closest to the entrance. Leans against the wall with an air of calm and a stoic expression far closer to cold. Everyone else is here to talk. She's just the observer.]