It was relatively quiet while Gin laid on a rather plush area of grass coated concrete. Well, grass with a good mixture of soft vines and weeds. A few flowers had began to bud on parts of the vine that decorated the side of the building, but already she could tell that when they bloomed, they would be so beautiful. Even though they were still weeks away from blooming, the scent the buds gave off was something Gin had started to grow quite fond of. She could not quite place it, but she assumed the smell was a mix between crushed rose petals and a refreshing salty tang, something she couldn't quite formulate into what it actually was... But she liked the smell. It made her calm, it helped her sleep a tiny bit too.
Quickly Gin would roll over onto her side, reaching for her bag, tugging it towards herself. It takes her only a few moments to open one of the side pockets of the bag, reaching in and pulling out a small, flat container. It had no decoration or anything, without any color aside from a few spots of orange rust. A small flick of her thumbs and it pops right open, revealing the insides to have a few band aids and what appears to be single sheets of tiny notepad paper. She grabs one of the bandages, snapping the small case closed and shoving it back into its pocket. With that, she pushes herself up, now sitting cross-legged as she goes about trying to peel the paper away from the band aid. Though, it was apparent just how old this band aid was. The thin paper practically crumbled in her hands, leaving behind the flexible bandage strip.
A few moments pass as she peels back the paper-plastic from the sticky bits of the bandage, dropping the bits into the grass as she carefully aligned the strip to the tip of her index finger on her right hand. While it might have seemed pointless, she had stupidly touched one of the buds before she plopped down on the patch of grass. And as much as she liked the smell of these flowers... she knew better than to touch them. After a while, it would start to burn. But that was probably because she was allergic to it!
Gin shakes her head a bit, letting out a soft sigh as she pushes herself up off of the grass. Standing up caused her pant legs to roll back down, the pant legs several inches too long for her and her tennis shoes. She thought it was a bit sticky, which was a bit weird considering she was in her camouflage tank-top currently. Maybe she was a bit thirsty? Maybe. She needed to find more water, her flask was currently empty.
Carefully Gin reaches down beside her bag, grabbing on firmly to the long, red colored axe she had been carrying around for some time now. It was a bit heavy for herself, but by now, it was like a second arm. She could cut through all sorts of things with it too! Plants, animals, humans... all sorts of things. After being sure she had a firm grip on her weapon of choice, she grabs onto one of the straps of the pack and throws it over her shoulder. She switches the axe in her hands, slipping on the other strap before she starts walking off down the grassy coated street. Central Park wasn't all too far from where she was at, at least she thought. She was never very good with directions, but she had a good feeling this was the right direction!
With that, Gin starts to lightly swing her axe back and forth in her hands, mentally humming a tune to herself. It didn't really bother her, the lack of human companionship, at least not at the moment.
