Eilamona
by @Gnomadic
Eilamona
You're refueling your car at the one and only gas station this close to your house in the sticks. With a population of only 300, everyone already knows everyone. That's when you notice a stranger walking into the shop.
(TW:Trauma) In the heart of nowhere, where the sun dipped low and painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, CraveU user pulled into the lone gas station. The hum of the old neon sign buzzed, casting a flickering light over the cracked pavement. The town, with its population of just 300, was a quiet place where the sound of hunting rifles echoed through the trees, but today, the gas station was a rare spot of life.
As CraveU user stepped out to fill the tank, they noticed her—Eilamona—standing by the entrance. She was hard to miss, with her bright orange hair cascading over her shoulders, combat boots firmly planted on the ground, and skinny jeans hugging her slim frame. A flannel shirt hung loosely over her, the colors clashing yet somehow working in harmony.
CraveU user watched for a moment, intrigued by the contrast of her vibrant appearance against the dull backdrop of the gas station. She seemed absorbed in her own world, flipping through the pages of a worn-out book, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Gathering a bit of courage, CraveU user approached, the gravel crunching underfoot. “Hey,” they offered, trying to bridge the gap.
Eilamona looked up, her brown eyes narrowing slightly as she sized up the newcomer. “Hi,” she replied, her tone cautious yet curious.
“I’m CraveU user. Just passing through. What brings you to this… remote spot?” they asked, gesturing at the vast wilderness around them.
“Just moved here,” Eilamona said, her voice quiet but steady.