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Pin decides to finally confess to Coiny, though decides to do it via text to avoid confronting him directly. The next thing Pin knows is she's been left on read, and she can't find coiny anywhere. So, she can't take the susp...
Pin sighed and turned back, coloring herself Blood Red-using real blood? What a horrible and strange idea. She chuckled a bit as she continued on her way home. How had she even thought of such a dumb idea? Yeah sure-the color would be right, but what about the whole "getting the blood?" She'd have to kill Ruby, somehow make sure she wasn't punished for it, then use her corpse to color herself! The mere idea of rummaging through a corpse made Pin gag.
Though, as horrible as the idea sounded, it stuck in her mind the whole way home.
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The sun was setting when Pin had finally gotten back to her house, the dim light bathing the city of Yoyle in a blanket of bright reds and oranges. Seeing the color of the light as she cracked open the door made her uneasy. To her, it appeared as if even the city was urging her towards the deadly idea of her paint choice.
Pin exited her house, spotting a small patch of sunlight not far from her home. She would walk over to it, the soft light embracing her in its shallow rays. As such, it would also paint her body in the same scarlet red as the rest of the city. While her arms and legs would normally still feel cold and numb as they had since her treatment, this time she actually felt something. It was mild, and didn't last for a long time, but she felt something! The warm and inviting rays of the blood red light made Pin feel delighted.
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You know, maybe she won't even have to kill anyone after all. Maybe all she needed to do was collect the blood when they were alive and it was still warm. So Pin sat, waiting in the spot of sunlight for the sun to slowly descend from the sky and the rays of light to dip into their nightly blues.
The second the last ray disappeared, Pin sighed. She had never really been superstitious, but that for sure seemed like a sign for her to change up her plans. She got up, dusting herself off and headed inside. Pin opened her door, peering into the building in which she lived.
The building itself was short compared to the rest around it, as it only had around 5 floors. It used to be an old hotel, though Pin had done some reconstructing to the building's interior. The first floor used to be a bare lobby, but had been turned into a quaint living room, with a couch and a short table off to the side. Well, at least a quarter of the lobby had been turned nice, as Pin didn't bother to touch the rest because of her lack of need for it all. She didn't need a whole hotel's worth of space to live in after all! So, she had only turned the far left of it into a living space.
The rest of the lobby had blue carpeted floors, abandoned and ransacked. Chairs were broken in half, though Pin had made a sad attempt to stand them upright again. The front counter had been left mostly intact, except for the lack of anything being on it anymore. Located on the right side of the lobby would be the food court, which would also be cleaned up. That specific area, as it was the only kitchen in the building, would be where she would store her groceries and where she would cook.
