After running, and running, and running until her legs were sore, Wes finally slowed to a stop. If she were a normal person, she probably would've passed out trying to catch her breath... But this was Weslyn Wilson. A superhuman girl, with a super-painful past. She had much higher stamina than most people, so this wasn't too much. She did need a minute to breathe, though.. Which she now was doing, leaned against a shop's exterior wall while she gathered her bearings. Superhuman or not, she was exhausted.. She'd gotten maybe an hour of sleep before Frank had nudged her awake.
..But she couldn't sleep. Not right now. She at least needed some food, first.
So, quite casually, the girl shrugged her bag(that she had grabbed before dashing away) off of her shoulder, holding it casually and sneaking out of sight.. Before pulling on her mask quietly. It was about then that she snuck by a small family selling apples.. And stealthily grabbed a couple, stashing them quickly in her bag, before starting to run again, after taking her mask back off and hiding it in her bag....
...At which point, the young woman found herself crashing into a slightly older woman, seeming to be in her mid to late twenties. The pair both crashed to the ground, with Wes landing on top of the mystery woman. And when their eyes met... Weslyn's jaw dropped. Holy shit, she's hot! Damn... Even though the voices weren't her own thoughts, her thoughts were about the same. The woman she'd landed on was extremely attractive.. And it made the girl blush.
"Hellloooo? Are you deaf?" the woman asked, raising a brow at Wes. This just made Wes blush worse. "U-uhh.. Wh-what'd you say?" she asked, sheepishly. She must've been too caught up in this woman's attractiveness to listen.
"I asked you to please get off of me," the woman repeated, actually laughing lightly; something that further embarrassed Weslyn. "O-oh! R-right!" she exclaimed, scrambling to get off of the woman hurriedly. "Thanks," the woman replied, offering Weslyn a friendly smile as she got to her feet and brushed herself off. Then, the woman tilted her head at Wes. "..What's your name, Miss? Are you lost?" she asked, tone remaining friendly. She was excessively shy and awkward.. But always tried to come off with a reassuring air. With her hormones that made people so attracted to/infatuated with and comfortable with her.. It wasn't too hard, shy or not. The woman didn't make it obvious, but she was psychoanalyzing Weslyn.. Quite easily trying to put her past together.
Long, dark clothes. All of her skin covered, aside from her face, which was heavily scarred; probably covered in scars, or some other form of deformation. But, the clothes were also baggy... So there was potential of general insecurity about her body, leading her to feel the need to try to make it hard to make it out. Perhaps even the possibility of dysautonomia; leading this odd girl to need excessive clothing to regulate body temperature. But, it didn't matter right this second.. Obviously, something was off about this clearly frightened girl; and the woman felt the overwhelming need to help.
"I, u-uhh.. My name.. Uhh...." Wes was tripping over her words. Revealing her name was extremely risky; because, if she told someone and ended up being taken over by her alternate personality, they'd say her name was something else and people would think she was crazy.
