* Worthless steps into the room. She is wearing a blue, slightly ill-fitting shirt, with a handful of grease stains on it. She wears a black, slightly oversize baseball cap, with the logo for Dominos on it. She stops walking, taking a sweeping look across the room with her dull eyes, heavy bags below them, her hair messy and greasy due to a double-shift of working at the local pizza chain, both making pizzas and delivering them. She coughs slightly, and looks up to the pizza box-holding sheath she's got balanced on one hand and her shoulder. "Someone ordered a pizza here, right...?" she asks, in a faint monotone, hoping that this wasn't another joke call. The owner makes her pay for those out of her pockets. He's an Egyptian 1st generation immigrant who mistreats any of his workers that aren't part of his extended family, and seems to pick on her in particular.
Upon seeing the mess, including a dead body, marbles strewn across the floor, and several politicians, she bites her bottom lip, wondering if she passed out in her car and was dying in there. A strange exhaust-like smell had been leaking into the cab of her 1989 Ford Taurus recently, maybe she had breathed in too much and had passed out, soon to be followed with a death by asphyxiation. As she closed her eyes with a deep breath, waiting for a response, she wasn't sure which she'd prefer, that this was reality or that it was a dying nightmare before the sweet release of death.
(OoC: Hi guys what's up! Hope you don't mind if I join xD)
